Couch Surfin - Jutes

(We laugh, we cry

Get way too high)

I’d rather be dead than not alive

Nails are dirty from scratchin' the surface

I’ll try almost anything once

And I get in trouble, flirt with death a little

Rather die young than go numb (Rather die young than go numb)

I know drugs are bad but I’m so fuckin' so sad

And alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What’s my calling?

Everyone’s got a thing

I’m hangin' by a string, I’m fine

Sun shine through the curtains

On the couch, I’m surfin'

Still lookin' for my purpose (Purpose, oh)

Feel alive when I’m dyin'

I need what gets me the highest

I’ma die tryna find it (Find it, yeah)

We laugh, we cry

Get way too high

I’d rather be dead than not alive

We laugh, we cry

Get way too high

I’d rather be dead than not alive

AC’s broken, I’m wakin' up in a pool of sweat

All my clothes smellin' like shit, beer and cigarettes

Call me stupid, I’m careless, wounded and depressed

But I can’t be like them, no, no, I can’t be like them

I know drugs are bad but I’m so fuckin' so sad

And alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What’s my calling?

Everyone’s got a thing

I’m hangin' by a string, I’m fine

Sun shine through the curtains

On the couch, I’m surfin'

Still lookin' for my purpose (Purpose, oh)

Feel alive when I’m dyin'

I need what gets me the highest

I’ma die tryna find it (Find it, yeah)

We laugh, we cry

Get way too high

I’d rather be dead than not alive

We laugh, we cry

Get way too high

I’d rather be dead than not alive

Ooh, ooh (I'd rather be dead than not alive)

Ooh, ooh