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I used to find love in the little things Now this 80 proof the only way I feel All my friends tell me I'm a fiend Guess the pain ain’t something I coulda concealed no more I miss the old me I miss that 2am rush with you I miss the old me Don’t know the new me Chivas Regal in my blood and I do not give a fuck I got no pulse, blacked out, fucked up in the back of your car (Back of your car) (Ouu) I got no phone, passed out, think I got kicked out of the bar (They stole my fake & my wallet) (Ouu) I been all in my head, I'm makin' love with ambition The only point of my youth is making reckless decisions I’m just a no good, shitfaced, high school dropout (No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout) So what’s the point of feeling something that’ll never be enough? Phycobilin dreaming, who I am ain't who I was Am I holding onto something or just catchin' my own bluff? Guess I’ll hold onto this feeling 'til I finally open up Used to find the bright side, now I’m in the dark Letras de cancionesUsed to fight to cope, now I'm fighting for a spark I’m so used to getting used, I don’t check up on myself Guess the reason I feel perfect’s same as why I need help, cause I used to find love in the little things Shot of gin, chase it with lust All my friends tell me I'm a fiend Chivas Regal in my blood And I do not give a fuck I got no pulse, blacked out, fucked up in the back of your car (Back of your car) (Ouu) I got no phone, passed out, think I got kicked out of the bar (They stole my fake & my wallet) (Ouu) I been all in my head, I'm makin' love with ambition The only point of my youth is making reckless decisions I’m just a no good, shitfaced, high school dropout (No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout) (No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout) (No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout) (No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout) From Letras Mania