This song goes out to my mom, she always loved Nirvana
(Running out of)
I'm running out of, friends inside my head
Like losing power, the shadows start to spread
This food is sour, tastes different when you're dead
I need a shower, cold water on my head
Mmm
I'm running out of, friends inside my mind
I'm drinking out of, Coronas with a lime
My thoughts get louder, and I forgot the time
I listen out of, my headphones to Sublime
I'm running out of, friends inside my mind
You know how I found them, they helped me kill the time
A quarter pounder, sounds pretty good tonight
Another hour, yeah that just passes by
And I could stay awake for, a century, a memory
I don't think that I could take more than a breath from me
Nothing's left for me
I'm running out of, friends inside my head
Like losing power, the shadows start to spread
This food is sour, tastes different when you're dead
I need a shower, cold water on my head
R.I.P. Kurt
