45

You’re feeling better, now that you have wrote a letter
And you’ve always been a getter, so get
If I’m the victim, then why am I always stricken
with sickness symptoms and a twisted head

Can you please help me find my way
‘Cause I don’t think I care enough today
Celebrate on your own alone
‘Cause your thoughts are the only thing you own

I miss the number 45
I picked up a piece and drove past your street tonight
Hope you all doing alright
Wishing we would love, I could give a f***, not fight

Swear on the bible, that I’m living in denial
Of these feelings that are primal and there
I then recycle my suicidal mood cycle
The one that makes me go physco and blur

Can you please help me find my way
‘Cause I don’t think I care enough today
Celebrate on your own alone
‘Cause your thoughts are the only thing you own

I miss the number 45
I picked up a piece and drove past your street tonight
Hope you all doing alright
Wishing we would love, I could give a f***, not fight

I could give a f***, not fight
I could give a f***, not fight
Yeah
I could give a f***, not fight