can you hear my guitar rotting? Songtext
von Elvis Depressedly

I have a problem
Can you hear my guitar rotting?
Somewhere in America, somewhere on TV Somewhere in the after world
Somewhere stuck in traffic
Trying to think about nothing

I get drunk in secret
If you can see through me you′ll see me through
To somewhere I can sober up, somewhere on TV
Somewhere to hang on a while
I know there's no reason
And maybe we′re dreaming