Lyrics
The ground sweeps with morning air
The grog of night's affairs
My eyes are bruised and beat
And I sigh in my despair
Face cut with solar flares
The chemicals are in retreat
And I can only wonder why
I fucked myself over like this
A nasty habit I suppose
Unwilling to feel or think
Waiting for my eyes to close
So I'll lift my hands to God
And say, 'Father am I lost?'
I'll lift my hands to God
And say, 'Father am I lost?'
My nails are dirty
They're filled with dread
I'm waiting for the day
That I can say it's over
That I can say it's over
When I can say it's over
I might be able to breathe again
I might be able to breathe again
Will I be able to breathe again
Or will I go to hell
Will I go to hell
Or is it already here for me
WRITERS
Nat Barton, Sean Doody, Will Merricks
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Top Emotion
Sadness
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Theme
Sexual
