كلمات The Grind

I was livin' in color HD, flat screen, reclined Comfort and leather But the picture got dimmer This year I could swear The water tasted way worse And I feel sick The water tasted way worse I was living all over Point at a place on a map I was down to go there But if I'm being honest I could feel the paper Dulling up that shine I could hear the friction I could feel the grind 'Cause we're falling out of love Love, love We're falling out of love Love, love You were sporting some leather Over Meat is Murder It doesn't get better, no Irony like that is reserved for the TV For the TV, are you on the TV? No So take that shit away from me You're hungover Been up all night, no light Is this your infinite summer Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment Boiling in my blood, I think it's time That we give this shit up 'Cause we're falling out of love Love, love We're falling out of love Love, love 'Cause we're falling out of love Love, love We're falling out of love Love, love