And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop
And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop
I don't say off, I don't say stop, I do it non-stop
A grave or a villa, though admitting it now is a mistake
Mom it's not that I forgot how to live
That I can't sleep and I'm propping my eyes open
Like a mother over her child, like a father at work
Who wants to bring home something more
This isn't my place, these aren't my people
I think every day that it's my wife and kids
But that's uncertain, that's uncertain
I look at my hands, they tremble more and more, more often
There's poison in them, from shaking hands with the wh*res in town
Luckily I have an antidote, on the way back there's zero trouble
I light up jazz, I fire up jazz, I extinguish the anxiety
And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop
And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop
And I'll be with Przyłu on the couch smoking jazz
I'll be writing lyrics, through them I'm immortal
I want it before the world burns all my rolling papers before I die
So they play Frank Sinatra and Miles Davis over my coffin
Before I become simply irrelevant to the world
I'll buy myself a Perła Export and Marlboro 100s
I always had my own world, my own life, my own crayons
Today I'm not painting, today I need a break
I want to go to bed with a woman and be the first to love her
And play her jazz on the piano all night like a f*cking lunatic
Before the Lord closes my eyes, takes me to the rest
Of people, who up there will be playing jazz for me
And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop
And I'll be in the back on the couch smoking jazz and
I'll let myself be let down again by those who once failed me
Before it sucks me in and f*cks up my head
I have to survive the lesson and I do it non-stop