Whitmore - JOHNNY BELLS GREENHOUSE lyrics

I know she told you everything

Before she finished me

Well you know now that it's all my fault

Please don't take it personally

I hate you and you hate me

But maybe we can sort this out

I don't know what you can say

Your own problems aren't far away

Maybe you should look at yourself

Don't stand up

Don't speak up

Don't tell me it's fucked up now, tell me it'll never end

Don't stand up

Don't shoot up

Don't tell me it's over now, just tick me to the weekend

I know she took everything

All the ganja I could bring

It's always the same in the end

You know I'll never beat on you

Maybe I can see you soon

And maybe we can still be friends