Christ the Scientist - Much

Man, I don't know what it could be
It's just too much
I'm fucking drained
Sleepy and sloppy
Let's keep in touch
It's all a game
That we can't seem to keep in mind
Let's keep this up
Running amok
With these friends of mine
You're speaking up
When you notice
Pills on the floor
I'm such a klutz
Let me help you
Done it all before
Gut feelings
Cold seasons
I don't mean it
I never mean it
Man, you're insane
Saying what I think all the time
You want it all
But it's too much
Red staining wine
Feel like a dog
Give me a bone
Please make it quick
Feel like a drug
Give into it
Please make it stick
Gut feelings
Cold seasons
I don't mean it
I never mean it

Written by:
Nolan Manke

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