Type Ex – Daan – letras

My life was disconow it’s a discounta shopping mall of lustI’m a salesman getting lost in my own supermarketI’ve stolen my own credit card and passed my own date of expirationI hate this place where everything is always new but everything is always cheapI’m blinded by the crystal white neonwhile I’m slowly drowning in my river of liquorwhere the blonds buy black and the blacks buy blondelooking like a shopper feeling like a gunwhere I met my baby where I lost my babywhere I feel like an ex mantype ex ex typesay goodbye to yourself take off your shoe laces take off your beltdrive your car off the bridgeburn your ID your driving license and crash your mobilelobotomy your anthology call your sister and say goodbyeforget where you live drop your keys put on a different tietake the first exit and save yourself with a blackoutblock all your accounts cease to be the one you are7 suckers for 11 brides cause now you’re only an ex mantype ex ex typeyou’re an ex mantype ex ex typelooking like a shopper feeling like a gunforget who you are you’re an ex mantype ex ex type