Thoughts (Explicit)

Composed by：Alexander Guy Cook/Charlotte Aitchison

Driving 'round in Hollywood

I can only think 'bout you

Everlasting pain and it weighs on my body it's you

Did I lose it all

Did I f**k it up

Are my friends really friends now

Or are they far gone

On the d**gs at a bar took 'em all cause I'm

Thinking 'bout you

F**ked up I just wanna break glass

Phone calls I just wanna talk back

Yeah big attitude just like a big stack

Braindead for days am I gonna relax

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna smile no no

Got a couple problems

I don't wanna compromise no no

Yeah

I'm drivin' 'round in Hollywood

I can only think 'bout you

Think 'bout think 'bout

Everlasting pain and it weighs on my brain like you

Did I lose it all

Did I f**k it up

Are my friends really friends now

Are they all far gone

On the d**gs at a bar took 'em all cause I'm

Thinking 'bout you

Don't stop I just wanna go fast

No sleep I don't wanna relax

Ten planes in five days

I been 'round the world and back again

Man I feel insane

I'm numb can't stop the pain

No I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna smile no no

Got a couple problems

I don't wanna compromise no no

Driving 'round in Hollywood

I can only think 'bout you ooh

Everlasting pain and it weighs on my body it's you

Ooh

Did I f**k it up

Are my friends really friends now

Are they all far gone

On the d**gs at a bar

Took 'em all cause I'm thinking 'bout you