Testo Look Like Shit

Hunched over a microphone You're whispering and I moan Hardly moving, one toe tapping In a hushed tone and eyes turned low While the space you take up grows I grow weak and my heart's collapsing Yeah, I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out It's two forty-five in the morning Being lonely just gets boring It's too late now to get wasted Yeah, it's two forty-five in the morning Being lonely just gets boring It's too late now to get wasted I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out I'm in my room and all alone You're turned up loud there's no-one home You're faceless and my eyes are closed I'm in my room and all alone You're turned up loud there's no-one home You're faceless and my eyes are closed I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out Yeah, I look at you, you look like shit But that's got nothing to do with it You open your mouth and a god comes out