04:00

4 in the morning
My streets are riddled with regret
An urge to feel
A lie to keep
My heart is riddled with regret
Writing and riding and stealing and lying
Writing, writing, riding, dancing and crying
Writing writing writing
Writing and riding, riding, riding

It all came back to me
It all came back to me

When it's 4 in the morning
The streets are screaming with regret
If I would see you, or you could see me now
It all be crashing down

It all came back to me
It all came back to me

I won't see what's falling away from me
And you won't see what I am meant to be
I'm going away and I'm leaving you behind



Credits
Writer(s): J.r. Kensington, Spike
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