You and I, will pass the time But nothing more, but nothing more And you and I, can´t seem to find The peace of mind, the peace of mind of
Smoking cigarettes with pretty girls inside my head Do you remember when you Said you´re smoking less and then you ashed it on your dress? I fucking hate it when you Tell me I´m upset when I´m just getting shit off my chest I might just fucking kill you Lay you down to rest and tell your family that you went To fucking Minnesota To fucking Minnesota
Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time
"I don´t like you", it´s more like "I despise you" And the more you try to convince me That this shit ain´t real, man, the more I deal with
Smoking cigarettes with pretty girls inside my head Do you remember when you Said you´re smoking less and then you ashed it on your dress? I fucking hate it when you Tell me I´m upset when I´m just getting shit off my chest I might just fucking kill you Lay you down to rest and tell your family that you went To fucking Minnesota