Trauma Trigger
You'll be on the back of my mind
And I'll be making money
Won't be laughing anymore
You won't think that I'm funny now
I think my stash is running out
Desperate's just a state of mind
I guess I need more money
Won't be feeling reassured
Until I get some honey, how?
I haven't got it figured out
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
Signals come my way all day
But I'm so blind I don't see
Slippery hands can't catch a break
I guess the glove just don't fit now
I guess I miss the past somehow
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
Smoke a little just to forget
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Smoke a little just to forget
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
And I'll be making money
Won't be laughing anymore
You won't think that I'm funny now
I think my stash is running out
Desperate's just a state of mind
I guess I need more money
Won't be feeling reassured
Until I get some honey, how?
I haven't got it figured out
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
Signals come my way all day
But I'm so blind I don't see
Slippery hands can't catch a break
I guess the glove just don't fit now
I guess I miss the past somehow
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
Smoke a little just to forget
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Smoke a little just to forget
Waking up in the morning
Dripping in a pile of sweat
Feeling like my feelings are pouring
Smoke a little just to forget
If I'm being really honest
There's a lot of shit that I said
That I will have to bury
In my stomach full of regret
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Writer(s): Sean Twomey
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