[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bryan Sammis
[00:00.07]Nicotine in my veins
[00:02.66]Smoke, it fills the airways
[00:04.81]Mr. and a mistake
[00:10.40]Nicotine is rolled straight
[00:12.14]Getting high next to the salt lake
[00:14.54]Car crash on the interstate
[00:17.08]
[00:19.98]All my heart really wanted was to make it
[00:22.02]I told you don't break it
[00:24.17]Now I'm drunk off scotch to tape it
[00:26.51]Don't talk to me, I'm wasted
[00:29.26]It's not our fault we're faded
[00:31.60]There's ash on the covers and we're naked
[00:34.00]We're ******* under paintings
[00:36.29]It's beautiful when the pain ends
[00:38.92]
[00:42.17]When you're young there's no need to play it safe
[00:43.81]By 28 you need to reevaluate
[00:46.59]No use in staying irate with me
[00:52.02]Getting older's just a waiting game
[00:53.67]Realize we all still feel the same
[00:56.62]No use in putting your faith in
[00:59.41]
[00:59.71]Nicotine in my veins
[01:01.61]Smoke, it fills the airways
[01:04.00]Mr. and a mistake
[01:09.34]Nicotine is rolled straight
[01:10.84]Getting high next to the salt lake
[01:14.08]Car crash on the interstate
[01:16.63]
[01:19.08]You were packing up your bags like "oh, no!"
[01:21.28]I kept you in the frame like a photo
[01:23.62]Years have past we've grown, though
[01:26.31]My emotions freezing cold, so
[01:28.62]You were packing up your bags like "oh, no!"
[01:31.07]I kept you in the frame like a photo
[01:33.45]Years have past we've grown, though
[01:35.95]My emotions freezing cold, so
[01:38.29]
[01:41.24]When you're young there's no need to play it safe
[01:43.10]By 28 you need to reevaluate
[01:45.90]No use in staying irate with me
[01:51.14]Getting older's just a waiting game
[01:53.04]Realize we all still feel the same
[01:55.64]No use in putting your faith in me
[02:00.38]
[02:01.02]White carpet on the concrete floor
[02:03.82]We don't really talk anymore
[02:05.31]Blood, it fills my mouth and
[02:08.06]No, you can't find out
[02:10.50]White carpet on the concrete floor
[02:12.70]We don't really talk anymore
[02:15.20]Blood, it fills my mouth and
[02:17.84]No, you can't find out
[02:20.03]
[02:21.09]Nicotine in my veins
[02:23.08]Smoke, it fills the airways
[02:25.28]Mr. and a mistake
[02:30.22]Nicotine is rolled straight
[02:32.51]Getting high next to the salt lake
[02:34.95]Car crash on the interstate
[02:37.95]
[02:44.79]All that's left
[02:45.75]A couple pills or something
[02:47.11]For me to drown you out
[02:50.35]All that's left
[02:50.85]A couple pills or something
[02:52.14]For me to drown you out
[02:55.29]All that's left
[02:55.89]A couple pills or something
[02:57.03]For me to drown you out
[03:00.18]Can I drown you out?
[03:02.61]Can I drown you out?
[03:05.01]I want to drown you out

作曲 : Bryan Sammis
Nicotine in my veins
Smoke, it fills the airways
Mr. and a mistake
Nicotine is rolled straight
Getting high next to the salt lake
Car crash on the interstate
All my heart really wanted was to make it
I told you don't break it
Now I'm drunk off scotch to tape it
Don't talk to me, I'm wasted
It's not our fault we're faded
There's ash on the covers and we're naked
We're ******* under paintings
It's beautiful when the pain ends
When you're young there's no need to play it safe
By 28 you need to reevaluate
No use in staying irate with me
Getting older's just a waiting game
Realize we all still feel the same
No use in putting your faith in
Nicotine in my veins
Smoke, it fills the airways
Mr. and a mistake
Nicotine is rolled straight
Getting high next to the salt lake
Car crash on the interstate
You were packing up your bags like "oh, no!"
I kept you in the frame like a photo
Years have past we've grown, though
My emotions freezing cold, so
You were packing up your bags like "oh, no!"
I kept you in the frame like a photo
Years have past we've grown, though
My emotions freezing cold, so
When you're young there's no need to play it safe
By 28 you need to reevaluate
No use in staying irate with me
Getting older's just a waiting game
Realize we all still feel the same
No use in putting your faith in me
White carpet on the concrete floor
We don't really talk anymore
Blood, it fills my mouth and
No, you can't find out
White carpet on the concrete floor
We don't really talk anymore
Blood, it fills my mouth and
No, you can't find out
Nicotine in my veins
Smoke, it fills the airways
Mr. and a mistake
Nicotine is rolled straight
Getting high next to the salt lake
Car crash on the interstate
All that's left
A couple pills or something
For me to drown you out
All that's left
A couple pills or something
For me to drown you out
All that's left
A couple pills or something
For me to drown you out
Can I drown you out?
Can I drown you out?
I want to drown you out