歌词
Summer in inpatient, money for the pain
And profit from the same old cycle of behavior
Looking down, I should have stuck with my young guns
I heard you like a voice on the phone
I'll turn it over when we get home
This bond is not to be shared
You and I lost everything here
Let's stop and burn the roses
You divide up all I've earned here
What's half of nothing?
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing
Defamation lawsuit, mescaline switcheroo
Motel with your nephew, vending machine menu
You never knew better, made your own medicine
And saved a memorandum too
'Cause they took all your money
And you can't find your husband, can you?
You and I lost everything here
Let's stop and burn the roses
You divide up all I've earned here
What's half of nothing?
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing
Of nothing