The shops are closed Lyrics

If I chose this

It's not something I can grip

I'm not writing on this script

Everyone minute less equipped because

I was dosed from mine and

I was dosed from yours

Like you were supposed to be

Supposedly

I was dosed from mine and

I was dosed from yours,

Like you were supposed to be

But I can't leave, no

All the shops are closed (The shops are closed)

So I don't know where to go (Hey)

All the shops are closed

So where am I supposed to roam

I've never been so alone, so alone, so alone

Call me in a minute

I'll be getting with it

Dying on the couch but

not getting out much

Foggy in my brain

Smoking up a grave

Throwing up my breakfast

Now I gotta think less

Now I gotta think less, yeah, now I gotta think less

Is it coping (NO!)

It's not something I can grip

Every minute of this trip

And every time you moved your lips

Yeah, I was gone

The passage ways are long

I've seen so many streets like this

That I don't know where to get on

But I can't leave (no)

All the shops are closed (the shops are closed)

So I don't know where to go (Hey)

All the shops are close

So where am I supposed to roam

I've never been so alone

So fucking alone

Call me in a minute

I'll be getting with it

Dying on the couch but

Not getting out much

Foggy in my brain

Smoking up a grave

Throwing up my breakfast

Now I gotta think less

Now I gotta think less

Now I gotta think less

Now I gotta think less

Now I gotta think less