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Paroles : Suicide Hotline

On a scale of one to Plath I'm like a four...
My head's not in the oven, but I can't get off the floor
It's not that bad, I won't take it that far
I see you're drinking And hey, dream boy’s no bell jar
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today
Probably won't kill myself today wolfe took a dip with some rocks in her pockets
I'd say comparatively, I've got a bad case of the "f**k its"
It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine
But it feels like sh*t right now, so just let me whine
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today
The sun rose for Hemingway when he was twenty-seven
I'vе got a couple of years but I doubt it's gonna happen
I'm prеtty f**king jaded for someone my age
But I don't have any plans with Ernie's twelve-gauge
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today

I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine
Please don't call suicide hotline, hotline