You're moving on
You're making friends
I see your message, I'm not upset
I still alone, with medicines
They call them drugs, but it's the same
I left my house, I cut my hair
I make decisions but don't know where
I'm a good boy making a man
With other guys that you compare
Why is hurting this feeling?
Why we f*cked up the meaning?
It's a modern affair to feel unaware of loving and dreaming
Now I'm f*cked in the middle
Try to realize that I'm a heart that life hit so hard in the middle
I promise I won't call again
I promise I won't love again
I promise promises that I will break again
I promise I won't call again
I promise I won't love again
I promise promises that I will break again
But it's alright, I have my crown
The lonely club is serving sounds
My smile is fake when I'm around
Around the palmtrees I've been bound
I'm in the people you won't know
I'm the neon in your club
I'm more than flesh, I'm more than bone
I am the place your soul calls home
I see the sky in my glass of wine
It taste like blood but it's not mine
I can't sleep without a friend
To heal me like bromazepam
And all the lives I lived before
And all the silver turning to gold
My brain is dead but I'm still young
(Am I Generation Why?)
Why is hurting this feeling?
Why we f*cked up the meaning?
It's a modern affair to feel unaware of loving and dreaming
Now I'm f*cked in the middle
Try to realize that I'm a heart that life hit so hard in the middle
I promise I won't call again
I promise I won't love again
I promise promises that I will break again
I promise I won't call again
I promise I won't love again
I promise promises that I will break again
I promise I won't call again (Why?)
I promise I won't love again (Why?)
I promise promises that I will break again
Break again, break
Break again, break it
I promise promises that I will break again