Daywalker (feat. The Schwam)
There's a storm front rolling in
And it's time to hunker down
Crack open a bottle of gin
And try to turn it around
But when does that ever fucking work
I can't find stability
If I'm plagued by this disease
I can't find a solution
To a problem I can't see
Just let me be
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home tonight
Now I'm walking the streets
With no life left inside
I found my vice
And it wants me to die
This isn't fun anymore
My body pinned to the floor
And I'm still begging for more
Just get me through the night
And I'll admit you were right
What'd you think
I make all of my promises when my fingers are crossed
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home tonight
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home
Home
Home
Tonight
And it's time to hunker down
Crack open a bottle of gin
And try to turn it around
But when does that ever fucking work
I can't find stability
If I'm plagued by this disease
I can't find a solution
To a problem I can't see
Just let me be
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home tonight
Now I'm walking the streets
With no life left inside
I found my vice
And it wants me to die
This isn't fun anymore
My body pinned to the floor
And I'm still begging for more
Just get me through the night
And I'll admit you were right
What'd you think
I make all of my promises when my fingers are crossed
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home tonight
The cold concrete feels like home to me
The warm glow of the streetlights keep me company at night
I lay down my head and hope to get some sleep
But I've lost the strength to breathe
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home
Home
Home
Tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Antolos
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