Mothing Feels Good Lyrics

I'm here to play

But I've got no patience

To stick around and find out how this game ends

I didn't think we'd get this far

Set up for disappointment

So go ahead and pinch my arm

Before I wake up

You set your car up in flames

In hopes that someone would run the other way

It's hard to be a moth these days

I'll have my grave

Out by the boatyard

So that the waves can crash into my cold heart

And if one day

I catch you bleeding

I'll be just one buzz away to patch up your skin

Cause when all of this fell apart

I think we lost the ceiling

And now under a bed of stars

It's kind of hard to sleep

You flew too far as I lay in larval state

And who the fuck could wait?

It's hard to be a moth these days

These days

These days

What's there to do this coming weekend?

Aside from smoking my brains out, getting wasted

I barely sleep

I rarely dream now

Don't get it mixed

I fucken luv ya

But if you still feel icked, I will ignore ya

Hurts fucking good

I call it living