Downfall

Ripped jeans now I am fucking ready to go
I got whiskey in my pocket for emergency
And tonight I'm so fucking bored
And I'll take some pills just to ignore

I'm so fucking tired of the same fucking love songs
But I keep pressing play for the same fucking old songs
I'm looking at the sky I see a shooting star
Eu penso tanta merda que você não é capaz de imaginar

We all back down in our downfall
Nothing here, nothing there
Nothing in between to fill the void for you (whoa)

Black shirt again I'm ready for a funeral
I might blow my brains out before I have meltdown

I'm so fucking tired of the same fucking love songs
But I keep pressing play for the same fucking old songs
I'm looking at the sky I see a shooting star
Eu penso tanta merda que você não é capaz de imaginar

We all back down in our downfall
Nothing here, nothing there
Nothing in between to fill the void for you (whoa)

All the suffering is far beyond
Definitely waiting for so long
It will be the same
That's why we go away

(Ah ah, I'm ready)

Yeah
Yeah