17 arbys glued to each other

I'm cutting corners in my broken down dreams
Things feel so hopeless, by hope fall asleep
Things move much slower, angry at everything
I'm getting closer to a sentimental state
Now I'm over your animosity
Towards my life, and how things should be
I'm betting that you
You feel I'm not happy
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm still asleep
I know that this is not forever
But I still try to play along
What did you think I'd do
When your mom called me
From the hospital after you OD'd
How am I supposed to know
How you feel when you don't
Even know what you want from me



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Sleight, Ivy Fraser, Nate Foote, Noah Shelton
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