Living In The Storm - The Pretty Reckless

There’s something wrong with all of my friends

Empty heads and violence I’m trying to pretend

That it’s not me

I can be anything I want to be

I’ll try to ignore it

This banging at my door

And I’m living in the storm

They’re dropping bombs on all of my friends

Every time I turn around they’re blowing up again

But it’s not me

Out on the streets

I don’t know who any of you people are

I’ll try to avoid it

Try to avoid this

This vulture at my door

And I’m living in the storm

I know I’m alone

All on my own

I’m already dead and cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold

They’re killing brains in all of my friends

When I look inside of 'em there’s nothing happening

But it’s not me

I can think

I think I’ll stay right where I am

I’ll try to ignore it

Try to ignore this

This banging at my door

And I’m living in the storm

I, I, I’m living in the storm

I, I, I’m living in the storm

Me, me