In the Morning
In a letter I wrote to myself we live impractically
I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee
And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me
For money I'm not sure I want
That I'm not sure I need
And these nights are getting to me
Sleepless uncertainty
Of who I'm going home with
And where I'm gonna be
In the morning
In the morning
Bloody tissues bloody sinuses I'm wearing myself down
I'm living on my own now different streets and different towns
And my window sill is a lost and found
Full of hair ties and lost clothes
Whatever comes around
In a letter I wrote to myself
Full of advice that never helps
These nights are getting to me
Sleepless uncertainty
Of who I'm going home with
And where I'm gonna be
In the morning
In the morning
And by the afternoon I hate what's behind my eyes
And how I'm always running from something half my size
I let it get me every time
In a letter I wrote to myself we live impractically
I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee
And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me
For money I'm not sure I want
I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee
And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me
For money I'm not sure I want
That I'm not sure I need
And these nights are getting to me
Sleepless uncertainty
Of who I'm going home with
And where I'm gonna be
In the morning
In the morning
Bloody tissues bloody sinuses I'm wearing myself down
I'm living on my own now different streets and different towns
And my window sill is a lost and found
Full of hair ties and lost clothes
Whatever comes around
In a letter I wrote to myself
Full of advice that never helps
These nights are getting to me
Sleepless uncertainty
Of who I'm going home with
And where I'm gonna be
In the morning
In the morning
And by the afternoon I hate what's behind my eyes
And how I'm always running from something half my size
I let it get me every time
In a letter I wrote to myself we live impractically
I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee
And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me
For money I'm not sure I want
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Shay
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