I won’t make this complicated
I won’t pretend that I am such a poet
The words and the sounds out of my lungs
Are the only things that keep me alive
But the weight on my shoulders
Too much to carry with me
It’s outweighing my life
Now it has gotten worse ‘cause I am still here singing for you
You took the words out of my mouth
Yeah I know I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m fighting against my flaws
But it’s inevitable
So I will turn around
And make sure that this situation is making sense
So I got a clock on my wall that runs counter-clockwise but it just kills me
Whiskey hits my empty stomach
And it’s enough to make me ambitious again
But it’s all gone when I wake up
After all these cluttered dreams
Am I dreaming or am I sleeping?
The american dream’s just a thing of the past
Now it has gotten worse ‘cause I am still here singing for you
I could’ve called out, could’ve called out your name from a distance
But I couldn’t cut out, couldn’t cut out all the things that hold me down
You took the words out of my mouth
Yeah I know I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m fighting against my flaws
But it’s inevitable
So I will turn around
And make sure that this situation is making sense
So I got a clock on my wall that runs counter-clockwise but it just kills me
Now it just kills me
Now it just kills me
This is what I get for dreaming away for too long
This is what I get for drinking away the days
This is what I get for dreaming away for too long
I’m so careless but anxious to leave it all behind and burn the bridges down
You took the words out of my mouth
Yeah I know I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m fighting against my flaws
But it’s inevitable
So I will turn around
And make sure that this situation is making sense
So I got a clock on my wall that runs counter-clockwise but it just kills me
Now it just kills me
Now it just kills me
I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m on my way to a hospital bed
I’m on my way to a hospital bed
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