Testo You're ruining my life The Dopamines

You're ruining my life

Because the night's still young
is why it feels so done.
When I'm numb from slamming my head
on the iron that bounds me to you.

And it's hard to say that you understand,
when the walls are so close together
that you can't pass me the
stiff drink that I desperately need.

I know it's not the
right thing to do,
but I want to.
I promise, it's under control.

Cause in the houses
they're all fighting
a grand divorce.

And in the streets
they're holding hair

And you just stand
under the awning
pointing in both directions

And there's a vision
of a perfect decision
Trying to jump off
the edge of your tongue.

Too bad it's gone numb.

And the thought of it,
lying dead under your toes,
forces the dead wind
out of your lungs.

Now be a big boy,
and draw in the air, that
you seemed to forget
was still there.

You know exactly
what you should do,
and you want to.
And it's ok to be afraid.

When in the houses
they're all fighting
a grand divorce.

And in the streets,
they're holding hands.
An exodus.

You stop out,
from under the awning,
and look up at the sun.