Tekstovi: Bryn Christopher. Sour Times.

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now, yeah

'Cause nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
Nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do, yeah, yeah

Who oo am I, what and why
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times

'Cause nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
Nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do, yeah, yeah, oh

'Cause nobody loves me
Nobody loves me
Nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Like you, like you, like you