8 to 18 in 8 minutes (live at steven house) Lyrics

Dynamite inside of my chest

Ready to blow

Spraying everything on everyone

In a crowded room

I think I'm gonna be sick

You wanna know how I really feel

Ask me what I think about you and him

You wanna know how I really feel

Ask me where I've been I dare you

I'm only four minutes in

And I'm stuck to the floor like glue

You better stay down boy

If you know what's really good for you

But I've got another 20 minutes left

So I will stand up to rot and sweat

In my little corner of the world

Stacking up my broken bones

You wanna know how I really feel

Ask me what I think about your new friend

You wanna know how I really feel

You wanna know how I really feel

Think about the times I've kept you up at night

You wanna know how I really feel

I don't think you do

Just a tear in the crack on the sidewalk

Stumble down broadway

Find your way back

In the dead of night

Dark sunglasses turn the headlights grey

And the rest of the world

To that perfect shade of never mind

Who will I be when the credits roll

Drunk thoughts can sting 'til I sleep them off

Who will I be when the credits roll

Drunk thoughts sitting in my mind