I'm passing out again from the cheap wine
I'm using all I can to erase lines
The cereals don't snap, crackle or pop
So grinding up my teeth is a full job

And it feels like the oxygen is soon running out
And it feels like the happy days are past anyhow

I'm passing out again for the last time
The summertime is here, end of our line
I miss the way your skin feels against mine
You fucking everyone is a clear sign

And it feels like the oxygen is soon running out
And it feels like the happy days are past anyhow

Chest pain, migraine, clots inside veins
Drowsy, feeling greatly lousy

And it feels like the oxygen is soon running out
And it feels like the happy days are past anyhow