The Killer from The Killer by Lost In Lona

I don't like the tattoo on my arm, I pretend I do
So my parents won't tell me "I told you" and that they knew
I sometimes regret my morning choice in the afternoon
That's fine

I only smoke when I get drunk, just like you do
Then in the morning after, I know that I am screwed
And then I ask myself what else can I do with my youth

I waste my life most of the time
I am the killer of my own crime
I got used to sin, I got used to hide
In the back of my mind

My friends are slowly getting serious in what they do
I'm still writing music that no one's ever consumed
Still working shifts since I don't earn with what I do
That's fine

'Cause
I waste my life most of the time
I am the killer of my own crime
I got used to sin, I got used to hide
In the back of my mind

I waste my life most of the time
I am the killer of my own crime
I got used to sin, I got used to hide
In the back of my mind

• Alternative
• alternative pop
• folk
• folk pop
• indie folk
• Basel