Black Chanel

(альбом: Wish Me Well - 2018)

Yeah
YAWNS
Cold Hart baby
Ohhh
I don't wanna be with myself, no
Wish me well
Should tell
Yeah

I don't wanna be with myself
I don't wanna be with myself, no (I don't wanna be with myself)
So call me later on, wish me well (yeah)
Cause we getting to the bread can't you tell
So tell me what you want, black Chanel

And tell me why my dreams are haunted
Why the only girl I ever wanted
Blood red hair and a bottle
Pocket full of gas, full throttle
All my cars lined up on a pale moon
I told her ride fast cause I leave soon
I'm a pull up lost boy with my fangs out
Looking in her eyes but I want her mouth
I don't want this solitude
I just wanna talk with you
I don't want this solitude
I just wanna talk with you
All I want is solitude
Counting up these Big City Blues
All I want is solitude
Counting up my Big City Blues, for you

I don't wanna be with myself, no
So call me later on, wish me well
Wish me well
I don't wanna be with myself