Temecula b**h don't tell me there's a question, I'll hide my head, but it might be the only difference It was a great September Take my air, now I can't breathe, f** my mind and you try to slide away What'd you try to say? I want everything to fall apart Like some junkie on his own I want everything to fall apart Well I know, oh I know, it's all I know Your fits go down like a champagne One more time and I'll look the other way, for your great escape But you soothe my head with your problems, f** my mind then you try to slide away. What'd you try to say?