R.G.B.

..Pass the ashtray
This self-destructive attitude
Seems to make a mock of you
…I'm on the peak
Of filling up the bathroom sink with all those things I shouldn’t drink
I’m passing out all of the demons from my mind
They replay all the devils I’ve inside
Oh if I was home id be in my bed
But retreats not a word I’ve ever said
When I’m on holiday
I know how people holiday but, my ways better
And ohhhh what a week
Trying to put together measuring these measures
Or so to speak
Crying to forget her, my face stuck to the leather
…pass the ashtray (pass the ashtray)
The colours have-all gone away the RGB is turning grey
And all I see as ashes seem
To die in front of me, pictures of places I may never see
Though I’m on holiday
I know how, people holiday but my ways better
I know how, people holiday but my ways better
I know how noooooot to live my life but, mines just better
Good luck young buck trying to find your way inside
Because it’s easy to get high
Good luck young buck trying to find your way back down
Because it’s easy to get high, it’s easy to get high but not come down
I know how, people holiday but my ways better
I know how, people holiday but my ways better
I know how noooooot to live my life but, my ways better
Better!