I'm losing my grip
I'm losing my shit
I'm proving I'm weak
The more that I sleep
The more that it hurt
Embracing the numb
Playing the bum
The moral I see
The more that I sleep
The more that it hurt
I had the notion I was broken
Approaching the 12 hand, stuck in the am
So time don't move forward
I'm not moving forward
Or making a mark
Dare to embark
Don't want my bark ending up ~scrapped~ crumpled
Paper in park
Or a dump
Or faking a part
So I'm flaking staying faithful and frosted
If I resonate with the wrong shit too long
I retreat to Mars
Sometimes I'm stuck in my head
I fill myself with dread
Taking a hold of me
I know what mornings bring
I'm losing my grip
I'm losing my shit
I'm proving I'm weak
The more that I sleep
The more that it hurt
Embracing the numb
Playing the bum
The moral I see
The more that I sleep
The more that it hurt
I had the notion I was broken
Approaching the 12, hand stuck in the am
So time don't move
At the pace I need it to
So I'm wasting the day
Degrading away
Praying on a knee or two
Lately what's been seeping through
My face is can we do it
Lately what's been racing through my brain is can we prove it
Chasing till the sun come up
I'm lacing so my pace is up
Running from a runner up
Even though sometimes
Sometimes I'm stuck in my head
I fill myself with dread
Taking a hold of me
I know what mornings bring