Lips Cotton Mouth
In my head, I see said, I feel dead, but I'll never let go.
Tell my friends I'm gone.
In my place, washed my face, feel erased, but I'll never let go.
Tell my friends, they're wrong.
Tell my friends I'm gone.
In my room, heard the news, dusty brooms, I'm spinning all about.
You might need advice.
In the air, I don't care, who was there, I got a cotton mouth.
You might need advice.
You might need advice.
I'm warning you, untie your shoes, burn down the roof, I'm telling you.
You might need advice.
Tell my friends, they don't know anything about me.
