Pour Me by bathtub cig

Pour me another glass of wine
Won't you light my smoke
Then repeat until the room gets dim
And I'll call a ride home

Cuz I don't wanna feel anything
And I don't wanna talk about my life
Yeah I just wanna sink into the floor
Sink into the floor

Cut me another line
Aren't we having the best of times
Then repeat until the sky grows bright
And I'll drive myself home

Cuz I don't wanna feel anything
And no one talks about the dead when they are high
Yeah I just wann float up past the clouds
Float up past the clouds

Sleeping around with my friends
Ending up in your bed again
Tip toe out of the room when we're thru
And I'll make my way home

Cuz I just wanna feel anything
But I am feeling numb
Yeah I just wanna feel something good
Feel something good
Feel something

Trying to find my way home
Trying to find my way home

• Rock
• bedroom pop
• depression rock
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• shoegaze
• Minneapolis