Sick is the New Sane

They say this city never sleeps
Well, that makes two of us
Barely back on my feet
Just as they start to run

But I don't really know
What I did that's making my head so sick
But I know what's coming for me

So wrap your hands around my throat
And swear you'll never let me go

Shit!

Started losing my teeth
I've got a guilty conscience
They fall out when I dream
Need to clean out my closet

Take another look
Just a glance
Doubled down on a second chance
Ride or die for the rest of our lives

So wrap your hands around my throat
And swear you'll never let me go

So wrap your hands around my throat
And swear you'll never let me go

Just keep your hands around my throat
And swear you'll never let me go

They say this city never sleeps
Well that makes two of us



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Bowick, John Palmer, Tate Logan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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