Outta the Sun - Crispies

Outta my mind

I’m working that dead end smile

Can’t feel my face

And I’m too stoked to die

I wonder if you’re

Ever gonna get bored

Cutting me down

I guess I won’t get back home

And now it feels like you’ve won

Pressed my head against a gun

For too long, I’ve belonged to everyone

I stay outta the sun

Run Run

You’ve won

You’ve won

You’ve won

You’ve won

Them pretty boys

They dig a shallow grave

Never get stuck we

Only end up getting paved

Don’t you go on

Hasn’t it felt so wrong

You’ll never know

Where my mind could have gone

And now it feels like you’ve won

Pressed my head against a gun

For too long, I’ve belonged to everyone

I stay outta the sun

Run Run

You’ve won

You’ve won

You’ve won

You’ve won

And now it feels like you’ve won

Pressed my head against a gun

For too long, I’ve belonged to everyone

Pressed my head against a gun

For too long, I’ve belonged to everyone

I stay outta the sun

Run Run

You’ve won

Gonna swallow my gun

Run Run

You’ve won

You’ve won