Hangxiety

I was tired but I'm waking up
I'm waking up to the real thing
I took a sip from the devil's cup
'Cause there ain't nothing like the real thing
And he could tell that I'd had enough
I'd had enough of the real thing

I'm giving up but I don't know how to be clear about it
All those secret agents waiting for me to appear around you
Cry, baby cry, you don't know why these tears surround you
Filling up my grave, will you save a place for my name?

You were Tyler, you were graced
Graced by the real thing
You were wicked, you are waste
You fell in love with the wrong thing
Offered hatred, awaited praise
You lost touch with the real thing

I'm giving up but I don't know how to be clear about it
All those secret agents waiting for me to appear around you
Cry, baby cry, you don't know why these tears surround you
Filling up my grave, will you save a place for my name?

For my name
Cry, baby cry
Name
Cry, baby cry
Name
Cry, baby cry
Name
Cry, baby you cry but you don't know why

I'm giving up but I don't know how to be clear about it
All those secret agents waiting for me to appear around you
Cry, baby cry, you don't know why these tears surround you
Filling up my grave, will you save a place for my name?



Credits
Writer(s): William Wilkinson
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