my demons try to follow me home

Take me back to better days,
When I was young and couldn't give a fuck about anything.
Life's a type of game that I don't wanna play.
It gets worse as I get older gotta get away.
Take pleasure in the rainy days,
An excuse to stay inside when I don't wanna do anything.
Waking every day just for the sake of it.
I'd rather be asleep but it's not happening.

Past midnight,
Tryna get my head right,
Smoking cigarettes cus I don't wanna have to get high.
Still red eyes,
Sleeping through the day light,
Waking up at 9 and contemplating through the night time
Oh, lately I've been tryna stay low.
I saw my demons try to follow me home.
They try to get me when I'm on my own.
They whisper secrets that nobody else knows.
Ohh oh,
I've been thinking bout it all and how I could have done something,
Thought that I was fine but on the inside I was bluffing.
I thought that I had everything but now I got nothing
Oh oh,
Crazy,
I was once a boy without a care and nothing phased me,
Now I look for any reason out there just to blame me,
I'm the reason I became the person I don't wanna be.

Take me back to better days,
When I was young and couldn't give a fuck about anything.
Life's a type of game that I don't wanna play.
It gets worse as I get older gotta get away.
Take pleasure in the rainy days,
An excuse to stay inside when I don't wanna do anything.
Waking every day just for the sake of it.
I'd rather be asleep but it's not happening.



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Moore, Seth Tracy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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