Låttexter: Lit. A Place In The Sun. Zip-lock.
I've been stealing
Time where I can get it from
And I've been losing
The grip on what I used to hold
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me what I need to do
Before you hate me, I could never live with that so
Tell me before you're better off without me
Before you're better off without me
I've been watching you
Sleeping with a troubled look
I'm sure your bad dreams
Are probably all about me
And better off without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me what I need to do
Before you hate me, I could never live with that so
Tell me before you're better off without me
Before you're better off without me
And I've been losing
The grip on what I used to hold
I don't want you to be better of without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me
Tell me what I need to do
Before you hate me
Tell me 'cause I could never
Live without you
Tell me before you're better off without me
Time where I can get it from
And I've been losing
The grip on what I used to hold
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me what I need to do
Before you hate me, I could never live with that so
Tell me before you're better off without me
Before you're better off without me
I've been watching you
Sleeping with a troubled look
I'm sure your bad dreams
Are probably all about me
And better off without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me what I need to do
Before you hate me, I could never live with that so
Tell me before you're better off without me
Before you're better off without me
And I've been losing
The grip on what I used to hold
I don't want you to be better of without me
If I could get another chance
I'd put it in a zip-lock bag
And keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Keep it in my pocket
Tell me when I start to blow it
Would you show me
Tell me what I need to do
Before you hate me
Tell me 'cause I could never
Live without you
Tell me before you're better off without me