1990 (Demo)

You worry about things that never come to pass

at night you're all alone, a slave to your cell phone

Betray yourself with chemicals and constant self doubt

and now you're used up, you're outta luck and had enough

I had a friend who reminds me of you

he blew his top, he split his seam

and that's the end it seems

Betray yourself with chemicals and constant self doubt

and now you're used up, you're outta luck and had enough