Songtexte: 7 Year Bitch. The History Of My Future.

Livin' life, dealin' you've got feathers in your head
Pack up your home, pack it up and take your bed
Now that I can see you're nothing but trouble
You slept like an angel, woke like a Devil

The history of my future's like a picture of my past
It's elastic, you can stretch it and I snap

I wanna believe, I wanna believe, I wanna believe
I wanna believe but I'm having trouble
You slept like an angel, woke like a Devil

If, if your gonna lie, lie down
Down next to me, don't lie to me
If your gonna lie down next to me don't lie to me
If your gonna lie on top of me don't lie to me
(Scream)

So, don't talk about a feeling you will never understand
Just pack it up and leave and take the rings from my hand

I wanna believe, I wanna believe, I wanna believe
I wanna believe but I'm having trouble
I slept like an angel, woke like a Devil