Rabbit Hole - blink-182

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh