Fool'S Gold
Buffalo Traffic Jam
3:18Everyone's calling me on my phone Telling me things I already know Help me find my way home It's quarter past 12, and I wanna be alone, wanna be alone Wanna be alone Just tell me that you need me Just tell me that you won't leave There's lies in your nicotine Goddamn it, I can't breathe Cheap cigarettes and gasoline You find comfort, comfort in misery We were dancing with the devil in the winter snow He's raising hell, calling your ass home There was once a breath inside that mind Now it's empty, with some pride and some lies, some pride and lies Pride and lies Just tell me that you need me Just tell me that you won't leave There's lies in your nicotine Goddamn it, I can't breathe Cheap cigarettes and gasoline You find comfort, comfort in misery Just tell me that you need me Just tell me that you won't leave There's lies in your nicotine Goddamn it, I can't breathe Cheap cigarettes and gasoline You find comfort, comfort in misery