Il testo della Carnival carnivore

Fuck this
We're a bunch of pretentious pricks
If i was sober (??)
Do i fucking know where i fucking drink

B-a-n-ah
Hardcore bangs not cool
'cause i'm not the worst
But i put my hands up first
'cause i don't know where i am
I swear to god i cursed

And in my (??) mental clarity my mind tells me
I don't want the things i used to want

There's a point to everything i've said
Well i think it is but i'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect)
Next

Sweating in this waiting room
Where i was held by breath for you
I was passed and i sat still
For the next time it won't happen
But you can be assured

There's a point to everything i've said
Well i think it is but i'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect)
Next

You're so happy
Next time i'll be yours
You're so happy
Next time i won't be so sure