Testo Getting Killed

My love takes a long time
Longer than a lover can survive
Morning walk me out of here with no shoes on
And one foot doesn’t want to stay alive

I, I can’t even hear myself talk
I’m trying to talk over everybody in the world
I, I can’t even taste my own tears They fall into an even sadder bastard’s eyes

Yeah, I’m a TV on the road
Yeah, I am getting obsolete
Yeah, I am taking off my pants
I’m getting out of this gumball machine

I’m getting killed by a prеtty good life
Getting killed by a prеtty good life
I have been fucking destroyed by this city tonight
I’m getting killed by a pretty good life