Sleep is getting the best of me
I can't even bring myself to blink
Why can't the cold be inside my old knees?
I know it probably sucks
But I've hung around far too much
I got tired when you were away
For you to stay in just one place
I'm too scared to tell you there's nothing left
You're just a floating spectre inside my head
There is dirt inside my palms from every unused drug
Caught me sleeping, I'm just fucked up, I'm here missing everyone
Writer(s): Benjamin Johnson, Andrew Weigel, Ethan Willard, Evan Lescallette
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