Gangster, No. 1 - White Sea

All I wanted was some fun

So get me high, get me drunk

Cause you know, oh

I won’t always be so young

It’s a long, oh

Losing game

So what’s the point?

Sometimes you’re the only one that’s left crying

Sometimes you’re the only one left at all

And though I tend to care for things that are dying

Apocalyptic from your lips saying it was my fault

But it was your fault

But it was your fault

If I had money I’d have a baby

But how am I supposed to, to?

Now I see, hey

I can’t have just what I wanted

Cause you know, oh

What I want was two, two, two

Sometimes you’re the only one that’s left crying

Sometimes you’re the only one left at all

And though I tend to care for things that are dying

Apocalyptic from your lips saying it was my fault

But it was your fault

But it was your fault

And it was your fault

It was our fault