作词 : John Thomas Roach
作曲 : Florian Ruiz-Picasso/Josh Cumbee/John Thomas Roach
I've been taking everything I love for granted
I pick the poison serve it up and do the damage
I see them Hollywood Hills burning
Hundred dollar bills to keep warm
The city is so cold
I'll kick the bucket way before I kick the habit
You've seen me out of my mind from the passenger side
Driving off the deep end
Swear you kept me breathing
I don't know why
But nothing hits like
When you remind me
If it's up in flames
Or it's down in smoke
l'Il be next to you when the curtains close
Like you always say when the highs get low
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
You'll make it
You'll make it
Sleepless nights in silverlake we danced with demons
Empty words and loaded kids in search of meaning
I see them Hollywood Hills burning
Hundred dollar bills to keep warm
The city is so cold
Everything you think you want is so unforgiving
You've seen me out of my mind from the passenger side
Driving off the deep end
Swear you kept me breathing
I don't know why
But nothing hits like
When you remind me
If it's up in flames
Or it's down in smoke
l'Il be next to you when the curtains close
Like you always say when the highs get low
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
If it doesn't kill you
You'll make it home
You'll make it
You'll make it
You'll make it home