Ken Block. Drift. Completely Wasted. Zeneszám

I choose my words
Carefully
Each one is a piece of me
And I'm so afraid
Of being misunderstood

I choose my faces
Thoughtfully
While you think
You've got a read on me
Intended to be misunderstood

Oh
But why did I choose to be like this
I'm standing here
Completely wasted
Are all these things predetermined
To wreck me
Completely wasted

I choose my vices daringly
Some may have a grip on me
Befriended
Oh to change my head
I choose my lovers
Cautiously
Shame soaked eyes
And secrecy
Unamended
But needy eagles fed


Why did I choose to be like this
I'm standing here
Completely wasted
Are all these things so determined
To test me
Completely wasted

Na na na na na

Why would I choose to be like this
I'm standing here
Completely wasted
Is everything predetermined
To shake me
Completely wasted

Oh
But why did I choose to be like this
I'm standing here
Completely wasted
Are all these things predetermined
To wreck me
Completely wasted

Na na na na na