5:17

I need help
I lost Faith
Dropped it somewhere
On the way
Outta Kansas
I was only tryna to escape all the madness
Tell me what happened to solace
Everybody's so focused on fashion and images
They don't even know I'm style-less
Even if I Put it on my chest
Next to where my pride is
How can I get excited
When these nights always end so violent
Swear to God I hear sirens already
Gotta check my shoelaces I'm ready

Don't be foolish
Like you're the only one goin through it
Yeah, just let it set in
You're not meant for this setting
I know it
But don't it
Feel so good forgetting

Hell are you pouring
Paranoid cops gonna storm in
Yeah they still gone this post shit
But I was doing way better before this

Baddies clownin round here all the make up
Hard to separate real from faded love
Then I pass out an hour fore I wake up
At 5:17 in the morning

How can we expect to get closure
If it's only ever one of us sober
I'm so hurt

Stapling this smile on my face
Faking til I make it
Until I get off replay
Better chain me down
Fore my thoughts try running away



Credits
Writer(s): Braden Shryock
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