Suburbia

My phones dead I can't call my plug
My bad I can't fall in love
Burn the photographs from when were young
Put a cigarette out on my tongue
And so many weekends
We stayed partying and drinking
There's so much reasons
I think I fell for a demon
Blow my brain away , brain away , Kurt Cobain
Blow my brain away , brain away , Kurt Cobain

I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong

My heart is so fucking fragile most these days
And I can’t seem to handle all this fucking pain
Only time it ever fades is when I’m in your lane
Now you can sit and lie but I know that you need me
Your words get tied every time that you see me
Mine do too every time that I see you
And if you were to cut me then you’d that I bleed you

In my veins
Is where you’ll stay
Until the day
That I fade away

I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong
I love you , but I hate you, I can’t tell what the fucks going wrong