Testo: Grinspoon. Thrills, Kills & Sunday Pills. Choke.

Just because you choked on it, it doesn't mean
That you have to go I can't receive SMS
And I just wanted you to know
I smoked a lot of cigarettes

But did that stop us from being friends?
Could of guessed that your lies on it
But did we get there I hope
We got there in the end

Yesterday we cruised on automatic
Tall grass is ready to roll
Where were you when it got all dramatic?
Hiding away in your hole

Pretty please don't cry on me
Because I don't think I got the strength
If I could've cried outside in the rain
But did we get there? I know we got there in the end

Yesterday we cruised on automatic
Tall grass is ready to roll
Where were you when it got all dramatic?
Hiding away in your hole

Maybe on another Sunday, pick another time
And we fight looking over your shoulder
Maybe on another Sunday, pick another fight
And no one is right now your feelings are gone

Just because you're soaked in it
Does that mean that you have to go?
I smoke all of your cigarettes
But it meant nothing, it meant nothing in the end

Yesterday we cruised on automatic
Tall grass is ready to roll
Where were you when it got all dramatic?
Hiding away in your hole