Bouquet Paroles

You know he really should be more grateful

For all the things he's got

He's got a family that loves him

And you know they love him a lot

Still he yearns to take himself out

By the train tracks with a shot

He got more, more, more, he wants more



Don't take the words I say in this song

With more than a grain of salt
I'll never see eye to eye with that mentality

Now he's an enemy, so much for meant-to-be

Rolling over and dying has never been my thing

Now I want more... more... more. I want it all



Here I come following you as if I lost my way

Standing there (mouth agape)

Collecting flies like I ain't got shit to say



So I'll keep thinking and talking out loud

In the world inside my head

Not hearing a single fuckin' word that I just fuckin' said

If I am my own worst enemy then it would be better off to be dead

But I want more... and more... and still I want it all

Everyone's a wreck... anyone could be next (this is the end)