The Bloated Pop Star Years — текст песни (Orange Island)

i`m getting sick of drunk words. i wish they could just stay sober thoughts but my big damn mouth can`t keep shut. the only thing my lips are sealed with is booze and cigarette butts because i`ve crawled back into the bottle again and sailed off into space. so, ground control, this is major asshole. you`re steering me right into a wall where the only thing i`ve let go of is myself. and believe me, i look like you feel, but only when you feel like shit.i guess that`s just where my life is at and thats it. i`ll just crawl back into the bottle again and sail off into space. so, ground control, this is major asshole. you`re steering me right into a wall of alcoholism. so maybe we should stop drinking our own body weight`s worth because i`m getting fatter by the minute and it`s getting too hard to keep up. it never matters if it`s one too few or one too many, i`ll just always crawl back into the bottle again and sail off into space. so, ground control, this is major asshole. you`re steering me right into a wall of alcohol and maybe the fun is over. and maybe it`s not. over and out.