хроника навязчивых состояний

You sure you want to be with me
I've nothing to give
Won’t lie and say this lovin's best
Well leave us in emotional pace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest

I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You’re crazy but you’re lazy
I need to live and I need to
Your troubles must be seen to see through
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it subtle cools my temper
It never cools my temper