sleepless mornings
Feelin' pretty sick of feeling sad again
Whatever
Snapped the string of my guitar i wasn't even playing
Whatever
Do you think about the way we're stuck as us
No time to fall in love when i think of it
Don't you know it's a mistake to think you're someone
What's there to outrun
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
Ripped the hole in my ripped jeans i wear too much
Whatever
And i don't want to hold your hand i hold a grudge
Whatever
Do you think about the way we're stuck as us
No time to fall in love when i think of it
Don't you know it's a mistake to think you're someone
What's there to outrun
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
I say the uncertain with absolute certainty
Funny how the rain can never fall perfectly
And everything we know is just based on conformity
Nothing means anything at all
I make it a habit to speak in hyperboles
Cause what's the point in doing if it's not done remarkably
But maybe I've just got a thing for the perversity
Who says my words mean anything at all
Whatever
Snapped the string of my guitar i wasn't even playing
Whatever
Do you think about the way we're stuck as us
No time to fall in love when i think of it
Don't you know it's a mistake to think you're someone
What's there to outrun
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
Ripped the hole in my ripped jeans i wear too much
Whatever
And i don't want to hold your hand i hold a grudge
Whatever
Do you think about the way we're stuck as us
No time to fall in love when i think of it
Don't you know it's a mistake to think you're someone
What's there to outrun
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
I get tired of sleepless mornings
Real life just feels so foreign
Take me back to where I'm wanted
I can't be here, please just take me home
I say the uncertain with absolute certainty
Funny how the rain can never fall perfectly
And everything we know is just based on conformity
Nothing means anything at all
I make it a habit to speak in hyperboles
Cause what's the point in doing if it's not done remarkably
But maybe I've just got a thing for the perversity
Who says my words mean anything at all
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Writer(s): Nyah Sukhabut
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