Sick Little Games (Live In The Studio)

Sick Little Games - All Time Low

Lyrics by：Alexander Gaskarth/Butch Walker

Oh my God

I'm such a terrible mess

I'm turned on by the tabloids

You would never have guessed

That I'm a sucker for their gossip

Man I take it too far

I bottle up my hollywood

And watch 'em name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out

I'm having my doubts

I'm losing the best of me

Yeah

We're all part of the same

Sick little games

And I need a get-away get-away

I'm wasting my days

I throw them away

Losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love

She was the friend of a sister

Of somebody famous at least for a day

Expensive habits and a taste for the town

Had me chasing down red carpets

And watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out

I'm having my doubts

I'm losing the best of me

Dressed up as myself

To live in the shadows

Of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same

Sick little games

And I need a get-away get-away

I'm wasting my days

I throw them away

Losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right

I can make the big time

I could be a reason to stare

Caught up in the spotlight

Shaking from the stage fright

How did I end up here

We're all part of the same

Sick little games

And I need a get-away

We're all part of the same

Sick little games

And I need a get-away get-away

I'm wasting my days

I throw them away

Losing it all on these sick little

We're all part of the same

Sick little games

And I need a get-away away