Sundowner Syndrome
Tough luck bottoms up
Swell until the eyes close shut from the blood rising up
It's the heart's attempt to talk some sort of sense to your head
No, no, no, no, not this again
I hear something rattling
I swear this is always happening
Lazy? Well Maybe. They call me crazy
I don't think that they mean to be liberating, validating, or satiating
Commence all the hating
I see, oh I see a striking likeness beside this lunatic and who he's fighting with
Sundowner Syndrome
What is it that I don't know?
There's so many broken windows
I cant stand to look out anymore
Talk shit, get on with it. Sure why not, I'll hop in to your sinking ship
Little spit, little whit. We use what we've got to keep it bobbing
Oh, oh my god were lost again
What sea were we last in?
Let's see whats the next to hit
Intention, discretion, talk soft but with a weapon
I don't think that lesson hit right, quite yet
Blame it on the timing or what it is my eyes see
No, no, no, no, If it works out in the end
What good is it then?
When it's all over with
Sundowner Syndrome
What is it that I don't know?
There's so many broken windows
I cant stand to look out anymore
Oh Mother, oh Brother
I fear i'm going under the deep end again
Oh Mother, oh Brother
I'm sure you knew before these words I sent
Swell until the eyes close shut from the blood rising up
It's the heart's attempt to talk some sort of sense to your head
No, no, no, no, not this again
I hear something rattling
I swear this is always happening
Lazy? Well Maybe. They call me crazy
I don't think that they mean to be liberating, validating, or satiating
Commence all the hating
I see, oh I see a striking likeness beside this lunatic and who he's fighting with
Sundowner Syndrome
What is it that I don't know?
There's so many broken windows
I cant stand to look out anymore
Talk shit, get on with it. Sure why not, I'll hop in to your sinking ship
Little spit, little whit. We use what we've got to keep it bobbing
Oh, oh my god were lost again
What sea were we last in?
Let's see whats the next to hit
Intention, discretion, talk soft but with a weapon
I don't think that lesson hit right, quite yet
Blame it on the timing or what it is my eyes see
No, no, no, no, If it works out in the end
What good is it then?
When it's all over with
Sundowner Syndrome
What is it that I don't know?
There's so many broken windows
I cant stand to look out anymore
Oh Mother, oh Brother
I fear i'm going under the deep end again
Oh Mother, oh Brother
I'm sure you knew before these words I sent
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Writer(s): Kyle Hersey
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