Letra de Blackjack

Tears cut through the powder, let it— Sick and tired, can't stop waiting I'll turn into nothing, help me Help me, keeping score Hide all your cards, someone's watching what you do Breathe through your nose, only way to keep your cool Open your wounds in the quiet of your room (yeah) It's the end of the drought Tears cut through the powder, let it run I'll patch it up inside the dressing room Fucking sick and tired of playing the put-together girl who knows her roots I'll turn into nothing, nothing Help me fight it if you think I'm worth the war Is there even anybody keeping score? So go ahead, go ahead, ask her how she's doing She's hiding in the cubicles at work if that's a clue And reading into everything you do Only feel the love when she's in the mood If I lie to my heart, it will found out Find a way to tie me down Then it will turn me inside-out Don't wanna hear no fears, no doubts But I'm thinking way too loud Don't know how, tell me how to get out Tears cut through the powder, let it run I'll patch it up inside the dressing room Fucking sick and tired of playing the put-together girl who knows her roots I'll turn into nothing, nothing Help me fight it if you think I'm worth the war Is there even anybody keeping score?