Sons Of The Addicted Couch Surfer
Alone got the bong and I'm on the couch
Strumming my six string, letting it all out
And I don't know where the person is, who the couch belongs to
But I can see them when I close my eyes,
Now that I'm gone, I must have seen it about a thousand times
In my mind I try to find it
Chorus:
I am the couch surfer, I'm the dude crashed on your floor
I am the couch surfer, if you like I'll play some more
Because I am the couch surfer, I'm the one you choose to blame
I’m the couch surfer and my music hides my pain.
I'm humble, hope it’s cool that I use your micro
Cookin’ some ramen, hope it’s not a problem,
I don’t know, hope it’s cool that I crash here
You know I've tried too many times to find
The word to this song
Chorus:
Tonight, is the night I find my self,
I think I left it at the last house
I don't know
Cuz I’ve been reading between the lines, and I know they’re all wrong
Chorus
