Think

Layin' on the floor, someone shut the door
I can't even think, I forgot to breath
I can't think of you, I can't think of you
You were gone too soon, You were gone too soon

Dirty, bloody, hands
Shoes filled up with sand
Tiny crystal ball, tell me whose fuckin' fault
Tiny crystal ball, tell me whose fault
Girlfriend cleaned your room, traffic was a zoo

Somethin's in her head, somethin's up with her
Somethin's in your room, somethin's watchin' you
Least it's somethin' to, least it's somethin' to
Least it's somethin' to, least it's somethin' to

God she's a machine, god she's all I need
God she's in my dreams, god she's fuckin' mean
God who fuckin' knows, god I'm one of those
God I'm goin' to hell, god this road will never eugh