4AM

4am surely he's in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud
I'm still in your kitchen getting high
'Cause I miss you
When I'm sober I can figure it out

4am surely he's in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud

I think I would kill myself for her

Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again

Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again

4am surely he's in the back room
Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud
I'm still in your kitchen getting high
'Cause I miss you
When I'm sober I can figure it out

Go slow with it
You lost control with it
I think I would kill myself
If I stay with you
It won't be safe for you
I think I would kill myself

Eyes going back
I try to relax
She tells me I'm not alone
Yeah
In the back of a cab
I'm starting to crash
She tells me I'm not alone
When I'm faded, wasted
I think I would kill myself

Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again
Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again

Cigarettes and sex
Helps us get past all of it again

Helps us get past all of it again



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Oliver Manson, Harry Gilmour, Bambie Ray Robinson
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