Nights Awake
What am I supposed to do
about all these things coming after me?
It's time stealers and drug dealers,
can't I just get a moments peace?
How am I supposed to break the news
that my life's turned to a catastrophe?
But I stay grinning while my souls thinning,
you get used to the nights awake,
you get used to the nights awake.
I don't know where to go from here.
I'm spread across the pavement.
Far from home I'm living out of fear.
I barely know my neighbors.
It's evident I need some time alone so please
take me off your telephone
I'm setting myself free.
I'll keep on grinning, keep on writing, living at a distance.
Thinning out what's been weighing me down,
but I found what's missing, what's been hidden.
My intuition's kicking in again, recently it's been slipping.
But now I'm switching how I used to think.
I've found a different way to operate,
an indifference to other's opinions.
It turns out my life is my own and I own it with pride and
I don't need a phone to tell me
who or what, when, where, why I need to change.
How could I change?
I don't know where to go from here.
I'm spread across the pavement.
Far from home I'm living out of fear.
I barely know my neighbors.
It's evident I need some time alone so please
take me off your telephone, I'm setting myself.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
about all these things coming after me?
It's time stealers and drug dealers,
can't I just get a moments peace?
How am I supposed to break the news
that my life's turned to a catastrophe?
But I stay grinning while my souls thinning,
you get used to the nights awake,
you get used to the nights awake.
I don't know where to go from here.
I'm spread across the pavement.
Far from home I'm living out of fear.
I barely know my neighbors.
It's evident I need some time alone so please
take me off your telephone
I'm setting myself free.
I'll keep on grinning, keep on writing, living at a distance.
Thinning out what's been weighing me down,
but I found what's missing, what's been hidden.
My intuition's kicking in again, recently it's been slipping.
But now I'm switching how I used to think.
I've found a different way to operate,
an indifference to other's opinions.
It turns out my life is my own and I own it with pride and
I don't need a phone to tell me
who or what, when, where, why I need to change.
How could I change?
I don't know where to go from here.
I'm spread across the pavement.
Far from home I'm living out of fear.
I barely know my neighbors.
It's evident I need some time alone so please
take me off your telephone, I'm setting myself.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Free from the need to always be seen
we're double-tapped, scrolled past,
on a feed feeding us like nicotine.
Look at you, look at me,
we're everything we dreamt to be
or so it seems
but this ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Woah
This ain't me.
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Greene, Austin Seifert, Alexander Van Keulen
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