Drunk Texts (Interlude)

She sending drunk texts middle of the night
You said you too fucked up
And you don't want my reply
Ask me if ever miss it
Do I ever cross yo mind
If I tell you that I didn't
Could you tell that that's a lie
I been too fucked up as of lately
Oh I worry over whether not she hate me
I been going too fast livin' in a day dream
I been hittin good gas but I go the same speed

Crazy how the shit that fucked me up don't even faze me
Chasing after love or lust oh fuck it it's the same thing
Smokin' till my lungs are black but I feel sober 8 weeks
I could really use some saving, save me
From myself
Cuz I'm too scared to ask for help
And my reflection don't look like myself



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Gullion
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