歌词
Well I feel like I'm Holden fucking Caulfield
I've been losing my mind
Well I've been stealing coins from these wishing wells
I need that luck on my side
And she knows she's always steps ahead of me
No matter what I seem to try
But I can't seem to mind
Another night another weekend gone
Another lonely soul replaying a lost cause
Well maybe romance ain't dead just yet
One drink, one shot, just to numb the regret
So this punk in the back, he's got holes in his shoes
A low-life poet posed as a philosopher too
He's got his sights aimed too high, but expects nothing new
At least until he saw her walk into the room
Well I feel like I'm Holden fucking Caulfield
I've been losing my mind
Well I've been stealing coins from these wishing wells
I need that luck on my side
And she knows she's always steps ahead of me
No matter what I seem to try
But I can't seem to mind
She stole the room from beginning to end
He greeted chaos as a long lost friend
She called the shots and he tried to play
Kicks aside all failures, it don't matter today
Out of his element but he's hitting home
They both say Zeppelin over Beatles and Stones
Another drink or two they're starting to sway
The oldest sins in the newest ways
Well I feel like I'm Holden fucking Caulfield
I've been losing my mind
Well I've been stealing coins from these wishing wells
I need that luck on my side
And she knows she's always steps ahead of me
No matter what I seem to try
But I can't seem to mind
Staring down a loaded gun again
Been weighed and measured, but found wanting again
Don't wanna pick up the pieces
Now I don't know what I've been thinking
Between a lotta smoking, a whole lotta drinking
I need Some Kind of Magic or else
I'll be in Dante's second circle deep down in hell
Now I don't know what we've been thinking
Between a lotta smoking, a whole lotta drinking
We need Some Kind of Magic or else
We'll be in Dante's second circle deep down in hell