Rabbit Hole
BLINK-182 · California 2016 · Track 12 of 17
Written by John Feldmann, Mark Hoppus, Matt Skiba, Travis Barker
Dear head, shut up I can't listen no more It's late, so shut up Is one night too much to ask for
You are a haunted house You're superstitious You are the coldest stone-carved marble faces
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole I'm barely standing on the ground All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
With you, with you, with you, with you again With you, with you, with you, with you again
This bed, on fire I can't sleep here no more Too late and tired Dreaming down on the floor
I'm a haunted house I'm superstitious I am a cardboard cutout, old and faded
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole I'm barely standing on the ground All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
With you, with you, with you, with you again With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again With you, with you, with you, with you again
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole (I won't fall down, I won't fall down) I'm barely standing on the ground (Barely standing on the ground) All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole (I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole)
Oh, oh [x6] Oh, oh, oh, oh