Lost 歌词

Stay poor and die trying Take the drugs I didn't take Lay the whores I didn't lay because I was too afraid That I might like it Carry scissors with your teeth Bury your burdens underneath your lover's skin Pack a bag and pick a fight Lead with your left and leave while your lies still breathe Wherever you arrive, pick another fight And leave the fucking bag behind You may be wondering Where all this wandering leads You're lost but at least You've nowhere to be and no one to leave you Truth or dare - are you on fire? And if so, how do you know? And if not, do you burn to be? Because I do when I see you but you can't see me And you may be wandering driveway to driveway drunk A ghost without a house to haunt The last of my feral friends, I know you're lonely But don't waste your breath telling me That you want what I have No one believes you