Elsewhere
Same room, same bed
I've lost countless hours
Just staring out my window
I let the rain pour in
in... in, in, in
And I look at myself
I look at myself
The same way that I used to
My mind is wearing thin,
Thin... thin, thin, thin
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
I'm at the 25th hour
I'm at the 25th hour of the day
I'm growing shadows inside my head
Head... head, head, head
And I can taste this liquor
Underneath my breath
And I can't shake this feeling
Underneath my chest
I always run too far
I can't find my way back
My way back, way back
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
I'm finding sleeping and the white noise
From my TV is filling in my head
I let my tea turn cold
I've been brewing the hours
Into weeks, into months instead
I'm finding sleeping and the white noise
From my TV is filling in my head
I let my tea turn cold
I've been brewing the hours
Into weeks, into months instead
I've lost countless hours
Just staring out my window
I let the rain pour in
in... in, in, in
And I look at myself
I look at myself
The same way that I used to
My mind is wearing thin,
Thin... thin, thin, thin
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
I'm at the 25th hour
I'm at the 25th hour of the day
I'm growing shadows inside my head
Head... head, head, head
And I can taste this liquor
Underneath my breath
And I can't shake this feeling
Underneath my chest
I always run too far
I can't find my way back
My way back, way back
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
And lamplight's the only thing
That's touched my skin
When summer burned me
I'm finding sleeping and the white noise
From my TV is filling in my head
I let my tea turn cold
I've been brewing the hours
Into weeks, into months instead
I'm finding sleeping and the white noise
From my TV is filling in my head
I let my tea turn cold
I've been brewing the hours
Into weeks, into months instead
Credits
Writer(s): James Wood, Denai Moore
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