The shops are closed

If I chose this It's not something I can grip I'm not writing on this script Everyone minute less equipped because I was dosed from mine and I was dosed from yours like you were supposed to be Supposedly I was dosed from mine and I was dosed from yours, like you were supposed to be But I can't leave, no All the shops are closed (The shops are closed) So I don't know where to go (Hey) All the shops are closed So where am I supposed to roam I've never been so alone, so alone, so alone Call me in a minute I'll be getting with it Dying on the couch but not getting out much Foggy in my brain Smoking up a grave Throwing up my breakfast Now I gotta think less Now I gotta think less, yeah, now I gotta think less Is it coping (NO!) It's not something I can grip Every minute of this trip And every time you moved your lips Yeah, I was gone The passage ways are long I've seen so many streets like this That I don't know where to get on But I can't leave (no) All the shops are closed (the shops are closed) So I don't know where to go (Hey) all the shops are close So where am I supposed to roam I've never been so alone So fucking alone Call me in a minute I'll be getting with it Dying on the couch but Not getting out much Foggy in my brain Smoking up a grave Throwing up my breakfast Now I gotta think less Now I gotta think less Now I gotta think less Now I gotta think less Now I gotta think less