Dylan Ross - Ostermontag lyrics

I'm the k**er on the evening news I'm the nervousness you can't cough up The final breath inside a brittle lung Before it coughs up dust We ride so f**ing deep too dark park, me and mine I might point me a tone right dead at a divine beautiful angel of mine Guilty and jealous by design All of the sudden I'm alive You will drift away from communication and all you do is sit around and ask why I don't ever like to be in public But I wonder what it would be like if I might All I wanna do is get home Because all I wanna do is get high All I wanna do is get home Because all I wanna do is get high All I wanna do is get home Because all I wanna do is get high Ostermontag Ostermontag Ostermontag