Bad State Of Mind Songtext
Barely breathin'
The man inside my head is beatin
Poundin" like a drum
Man, I'd kill to still feel young
And days keep flying by, wondering if I'm still high
Or is this is all a dream till I wake up?
And if you play your cards right, then you might see
That I'm dealing with a shifty hand and lying through my teeth
And I'll go a million miles an hour and set this God damned house on fire
The man inside my head is beatin
Poundin" like a drum
Man, I'd kill to still feel young
And days keep flying by, wondering if I'm still high
Or is this is all a dream till I wake up?
And if you play your cards right, then you might see
That I'm dealing with a shifty hand and lying through my teeth
And I'll go a million miles an hour and set this God damned house on fire
Smoke a cigarette before I leave
Yeah, that sounds pretty on brand for me, for me
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
Any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
And maybe you could be, something that I can't believe
And could it be a lie? Well, don't act like you're surprised
And days keep adding up, finding ways to still feel young
And fighting back them heavy hands of time
So you can lay your cards down if you want to
Cause the dealer has the winning hand, and you were born to lose
And good is what you want to be, but that's a side you'll never see
Cause fuckin' ups way easier to do
Yeah well, that sounds pretty on brand for you, for you
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
Any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
And any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind
Yeah, that sounds pretty on brand for me, for me
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
Any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
And maybe you could be, something that I can't believe
And could it be a lie? Well, don't act like you're surprised
And days keep adding up, finding ways to still feel young
And fighting back them heavy hands of time
So you can lay your cards down if you want to
Cause the dealer has the winning hand, and you were born to lose
And good is what you want to be, but that's a side you'll never see
Cause fuckin' ups way easier to do
Yeah well, that sounds pretty on brand for you, for you
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
Any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind
Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination
And any call after two is a bad conversation
And it's all gas, cut the breaks
And drinking late at degenerate rates
Calling out to God to give me a sign
Cause I'm in a bad state of mind
Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind
