No smiles in the morning, you had a bad night
It all started in the afternoon around quarter past two
Getting bruises in the bedroom, and you often wonder why since nobody’s sleepin by your side
It can all just be a bad dream, or some sort kind of premonition made of terrible decisions
Nothing’s going right and you wonder why
Wonder what it’s like on the other side, baby
Is it even worth it if you even tried
No one’s there to hear you despite how loud you cry
But you do it for yourself
Yeah, you do it how you want it
I can't even tell
What the hell I’m even singing for
You know I can't explain
My memory’s selective, quite neglected are the loopholes in my brain
Ohhh its been a while could you lift me up, yeah i got my jam on
If the crescendo is the remedy
But I forget the melody
Often times you’re tired, irritable, and you wonder why you’re so down
Late at night you wander in your room, looking for, a sense of control
On and on you slowly lose your mind
You’re walking on a tight rope, you’re running out of time
No comments:
Post a Comment