Songtexte:
Fake Problems Real Ghosts Caught On Tape

If you can't take it anymore I will gladly fill your place In the backrooms, in the bathrooms I am still so out of place I am shakin' in my shoes And

complain, complain, complain. Now get lazy with it from the next one in, Put the money in your mouth and swallow it. When your company has to fold, Blame your troubles on

What'd you do when I was gone? I pretty much just hung around. Did you get any work done? I said "no, I just hung around..." I've got a lack of motivation

Invitation for the evening So hold out your weary hands, Let me tell your fortune again. Your future is brighter than you'll ever know Now that we are on

think we were still friends And maybe we have never been. Will you really do whatever it takes? Or are you too set in your ways? Could you stand up for yourself? Come on

Better raise a glass tonight, I'm gonna bring it back to life After such an awful day, We deserve something great Let the soft sound echo through Every