Text Combat

[Verse 1]
I grew up in the old chump city
When all of my friends just said “maybe”
We could go out, run around and maybe just watch the trains go by
And baby you can call me crazy
But video games don’t work on me like they did before
It's like I’m doing the same old fucking chore

[Chorus]
Maybe we can move to Texas
Or Columbus, Ohio
Somewhere I can feel better with less sporadically changing weather
I was hoping that you’d come with me
We haven’t talked all too much lately
Cause times getting tough and thesе hands aren’t too rough are you sure this isn’t еnough?

[Verse 2]
Everyone seems to be dying
And believe me when I say that I'm trying
To remain intact
But my voice still cracks when I remember they won’t come back
And nobody’s telling me nothing
Does everyone hate me? Are they gonna berate me? Are they gonna cremate me?
Don’t they know they’re the same motherfuckers that made me?

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't know who’s the first to attack
I don’t know who’s got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back
Don't know who’s the first to attack
I don’t know who’s got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back
Don't know who’s the first to attack
I don’t know who’s got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back
Don't know who’s the first to attack
I don’t know who’s got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back