I wanna feel how you do when you're stoned
I've never been to the places you go
I take one hit and convince myself that everyone's bored of me
You say, "It's all in your head, baby"
Well, that's the problem
Sometimes I let myself get so depressed
I get angry with you, the reaction you get from me
You told me I am more fun with a drink in my hand
So now I drink as much as I can
So what's the problem?
I'll set the scene, now you've seen all I have up my sleeve
All the pretty and the frighteningly bad
I don't think I've ever felt such a sense of relief
As the day that you turned from me
Now I'm not your problem
I'll never open myself up like this again
Wander the streets with your memories accompaniment
I'll never open myself up like this again
Touch someone new, but I don't feel a thing of it
I'll never open myself up like this again
Wander the streets with your memories accompaniment
I'll never open myself up like this again
Touch someone new, but I don't feel a thing, oh
Touch someone new, but I don't feel a thing of it
No, I don't feel a thing
No, I don't feel a thing
