Nouns - Weird Beard lyrics

Send space back into my head/somewhere i can fit/a green hill, down rollin' bottle/should i take it or leave me alone I'll back that f**er into a corner I'll carve the space into his head Too much is fed up with you/you changes every other day/so whoever you is today, i hope you fit in nicely Buzzards flying all around/sh**ty pretty things//I met a junkie I fed the junkie I k**ed a junkie I am the junkie Still in bed with my habits, same old bed I shared with fayeleigh Ah, f** it/ let the good times roll 'til I can myself feel whole