Kid Brunswick 4am
4 A.M. surely he's in the backroom
Bullets in the ceiling
With the volume loud
I'm still in the kitchen
Getting high 'cause I miss you
I know sober I can figure it out
4 A.M. surely he's in the backroom
Bullets in the ceiling
With the volume loud
I think I would kill myself for her
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
4 A.M. surely he's in the backroom
Bullеts in the ceiling
With the volumе loud
I'm still in the kitchen
Getting high 'cause I miss you
I know sober I can figure it out
Go slow with it, you lost control with it
(I think I would kill myself)
If I stay with you, it won't be safe for you
(I think I would kill myself)
Eyes goin' back
Try to relax
She tells me I'm not alone
In the back of a cab
We're starting to crash
She tells me I'm not alone
While I'm faded, wasted
(I think I would kill myself)
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes, and sex, helps us get past all of it again
Helps us get past all of it again
