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Bad Week

Album: Bad Week Durasi: 2:22

Street lights hella broke 'cuz they flicker all night

Closing my eyes, minding my sight

Gripping my hands tight

Cold sweats

With a side of Jameson, neat

Dark streets

Crawling at the pace of the beat

Checking my pulse in the middle of a stampede

Glued to the concrete

Critiquing my technique

Swimming in shit creek

A place where they can't speak

Officially a streak of a couple of bad weeks

Nothing but coats and bones in the closet

Parents are swinging like in a mosh pit

I remember hiding in that ditch at sunset

That constant upset, exhausted

Grinning cheek to cheek is an option

I'm overly dramatic like Cochran

I bottled all my feelings and tossed it in the ocean

God speed, I hope for recovery

God speed, stuck in the bad part of town, God speed

I hope you'll remember me

You never took care of me

You never were there for me

God speed

Yeah, yeah

Life is like a box of quicksand, be careful where you put your feet

Life feel like I'm in a pinto on the 405 at 5pm

100 degree heat with leather seats

No AC, I can't breathe

No one wish to be me

Do, Re, Mi, I can't sing

When i open my mouth my heart pounds

My knees buckle

My voice squeaks

In my dream state, I still get screen hate

My mentions deflate, it's awful

They love to debate

The countless mistakes

They're snapping at me, "you're awful"

Sunny as day

Clouds emphasize all that grey

The feeling is nigh

I'll sleep it away

Tomorrow this town will be saved

Maybe, maybe

Maybe, maybe

Maybe, maybe

(Tomorrow)

You weren't there for me

I should've been my number one fan

You never did care for me (care for me)

It wasn't apart of the plan

God speed

God speed, I hope for recovery

God speed, stuck in the bad part of town, God speed

I hope you'll remember me

You never took care of me

You never were there for me

God speed