Notice of eviction
The bronxYou try to sell me to the stars at night.
You think I'm too uptight.
Love. You call me on the phone alone.
You wish that I could stay.
Speaking pain in codes.
Telling me you still care through a dial tone
Drugs. You want to put my life on hold
You really want to see me
Growing old on you like a naïve friend
But I, I never want to face myself again
Unless I'm coming true
Speaking pain in codes
Telling you that I know I'm no good alone
And I've tried so hard just to be myself
But I've erased everything I was
I tried searching for the truth alone
And I remember everything I've done
I'm thinking everything will turn out fine
But I'm a little kid without a soul
Give me just a little bit more time
Just a little bit
Say what you want to do to me or you I don't care, right?
I've tried so hard just to be myself
But I've erased everything I was
I tried searching for the truth alone
And I remember everything I've done
And I've erased everything I know
But I'm a little kid without a soul
Just give me little bit more time
To solve my future
To solve my future