Chronic 歌词

Look in the windows They don't see nothing at all Sometimes they're open But they're usually closed Everyone's knocking I look through the hole I wish I could open the door But I'm tired and cold Feels like mm, mm Mm, mm Maybe I'm dying So comfortable crying I don't know the difference Between lying and smiling My bones are like water My head's getting hotter, hotter And I can't remember My blood's running thinner Oh, I ache, mm, mm Mm, mm (ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah) I don’t remember, how could I ever forget? I wanna feel better, but something about being sick is Easy, twisted, comfortable No, I don’t remember, I don’t remember, no I don’t remember, how could I ever forget? (Ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I wanna feel better, but something about being sick is (ha-ah-ah) Easy, twisted, comfortable (ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) But I don’t remember, I don’t remember, no (ha-ah-ah) Ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ha-ah-ah Ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ha-ah-ah