Run
Run to the place under the palm trees
Where the sun don't shine
Shoving pills up down my throat
I've crossed my borderline
Tossed the keys to my front door right down the drain this time
You ain't no son of mine
Overdosed on the sink again
Washing out the pink thats behind my lens
I really wanna' spill out on your edge before I change
But baby I'm not good enough
Show my scars, roll my stuff
Bet you I might break the sauce
Hit that on my knees and cough
Cause I'm tired of feeling so sick in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
Cause I'm tired of feeling like shit in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
My feelings all I managed
Crashed my car through the apartment complex
And I swear that I feel no damage now
Hide my face from the camera now
Sell me what you thinkin' bout'
The sex was all pretended
When I pull up at your momma's doorstep
With the bouquet and the bullshit branded, yeah
When I'm gone you know to find me
Overdosed on a sink again
Washing out the pink that's behind my lens
I really wanna' spill out on your edge before I change
But baby I'm not good enough
Show my scars, roll my stuff
Bet you I might break the sauce
Hit that on my knees and cough
Cause I'm tired of feeling so sick in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
Cause I'm tired of feeling like shit in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
Where the sun don't shine
Shoving pills up down my throat
I've crossed my borderline
Tossed the keys to my front door right down the drain this time
You ain't no son of mine
Overdosed on the sink again
Washing out the pink thats behind my lens
I really wanna' spill out on your edge before I change
But baby I'm not good enough
Show my scars, roll my stuff
Bet you I might break the sauce
Hit that on my knees and cough
Cause I'm tired of feeling so sick in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
Cause I'm tired of feeling like shit in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
My feelings all I managed
Crashed my car through the apartment complex
And I swear that I feel no damage now
Hide my face from the camera now
Sell me what you thinkin' bout'
The sex was all pretended
When I pull up at your momma's doorstep
With the bouquet and the bullshit branded, yeah
When I'm gone you know to find me
Overdosed on a sink again
Washing out the pink that's behind my lens
I really wanna' spill out on your edge before I change
But baby I'm not good enough
Show my scars, roll my stuff
Bet you I might break the sauce
Hit that on my knees and cough
Cause I'm tired of feeling so sick in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
Cause I'm tired of feeling like shit in the morning
Right now, I'm not used to you
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Writer(s): Daniel Abraham Braunstein
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