Same Old Song (Acoustic)

Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent?
Would you let me crash in your basement?
I don't wanna-, damn, yo
One more time

Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent?
Would you let me crash in your basement?
'Cause anyone of us could make it big
Or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
If the plane went down and you survived
Aw, don't you bat an eye
Bite my flesh to keep yourself alive

Ever wondered what your parents meant
When they told you Grandma's in Heaven?
I don't feel it like I did back then
In a black sedan of depression
And everyone's alright
I could not afford to see the light
I watch them on the screen
Drowning in the dopamine

And I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
The party has been done for hours
I'm laying on the bathroom tiles
And spilling all my guts below the throne

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old
Same sad song

In the La Brea, where the top is black
Like a starving mouth for the innocent
You said the boulevard was not that bad
In a jacked-up van with the instruments
In the broad daylight
They popped the trunk and left the keys behind
Oh, the cops begin to care, pretend to care
I'll never see my mom's guitar again

I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
I'm laying on the bathroom tiles
The party has been done for hours
And spilling all my guts below the throne, oh

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old
Same sad song

Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old
Same sad song