Life’s too short to even care at all
I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they’re staring at me
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum
If I could find a way to see this straight
I’d run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now.
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down.
Если в мире вдруг не останется больше ничего охуенно-прекрасного, пусть останется его голос. Мне хватит.