Fools Gold Songtext
von Losers Club

I′m hung up again on stupid shit and I'm talking to shadows on my ceiling
I′m sure they're sick of it but they're the only friends I have that I know that will listen
I know I′ve dug holes and chased ghosts, some even the size of Seattle
I have a habit of fucking up when I think too much, but I just can′t stop

It's her 80′s West New York vibe while rockin' an H & M sweater
It′s that look in her ocean blue eyes
And the way she hates East Coast weather
I know, this road's paved in fools gold
She got a boy back home in Denver
She stole my heart but I should have known better

I′m hung up again on stupid shit and my friends they all left me alone here in the dark
I'm my own worst enemy, afraid of mediocrity
So tell me please, honestly, am I worth fixing?


It's her 80′s West New York vibe while rockin′ an H & M sweater
It's that look in her ocean blue eyes
And the way she hates East Coast weather
I know, this road′s paved in fools gold
She got a boy back home in Denver
She stole my heart but I should have known better

I'm hung up again on stupid shit but fucking up is just part of who I really am
I′m hung up again on stupid shit but fucking up is all that life really is

It's her 80′s West New York vibe while rockin' an H & M sweater
It's that look in her ocean blue eyes
And the way she hates East Coast weather
I know, this road′s paved in fools gold
She got a boy back home in Denver
She stole my heart but I should have known better

I′m hung up again on stupid shit cause I should have known better