Nirvana In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse 歌词
Driven conversations, even I can read Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream (Not sure about this sentence) Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands See him dying in his room He's dying in his room He's dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to a friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands You killed him, I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, even you See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time Giving conversations, to whom they don't know Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head See him coming at their heels He loves you, give him a chance I don't love him, I don't care See him starving, give her hell It is over, we don't care In His Room