Constant Hitmaker

Breathin Out Last night I was high, I heard you say It was my body or my brain that said my soul was dead You can only argue with yourself for so long Through my body or my brain I got myself insane Hey, yeah, You got yourself all mixed up didn't you

Everyone I know Talks to me way too slow I lose track what they say Before they walk away I told you once before Ain't gonna say no more Next time you come clothed in inquisitive suits I'll consider myself mute You're on my mind most times When fear