Woke up to my host passed out It was late and i was angry at myself Called her on my phone after i left
It was dark and I was mad And she could tell
I never miss my train but i was drunk Passed the sign that warned "construction on the L" Lucky I got back to my place around 5 And i cried
It's a warning sign Spinning neon on the gray line There's the feeling unstable again A pattern that I fall in
Falling through an open door Stumbled grabbing at old habits on the shelf Cutting every corner I've been giving less than half of myself
Each morning I wake up The headache The shapе of release still far from my doorbеll And I don't wanna do this anymore I wanna know me better
It's a warning sign Spinning neon on the gray line There's the feeling unstable again A pattern that i'm falling in
I'm cozy in paper places People wonder if i'm fine Well i'm finding that question hard to answer Coming up empty inside But I give a little more each time
And there's the warning sign Spitting neon on the gray line Cut the car from the cable Try to find another train to takeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
