Under the Bridge - Flatsound

I wake up and roll out of my bed

With the thoughts I can’t forget

And the memory of when I was ambitious

Now if I were any less alive

I’d be the ghost who’s floating by

And I’m tired of living in a tomb

The four walls of my room

And the things I own

A pile of problems that I’ve caused

And clothes I never wash

Under the bridge, with Scorpios

If my words are worthless, then I’ve lost my purpose

Did you lie, like we were seventeen?

The numbers in my pockets got all washed out in my jeans

And did you die when you were seventeen?

The fire in his pocket met the fabric of the sheets

I didn’t know, oh, I was fast asleep

If I could go back to that time

You know that I’d give anything

I would, I would, I would