February 25

My room smells like cigarettes and coffee
I haven't been sleeping like I should
The fun at first has faded into monotony
I run around trying to find the starting line
I lose myself the more that I take on
The sky's all grey
I feel like I could fall
My tolerance fades for the bullshit
Not the drugs
I walk around and it's Louis Vuitton and more
She says it's fine but it clearly isn't fine
Can't watch a movie without having dialogue
I lose myself the more that I take on
The sky's all grey
I feel like I could fall
And I know it's too much for me to hold on
And I know it'll pass that's the way that it goes
I lose myself the more that I take on
The sky's all grey
I feel like I could fall
I lose myself the more that I take on
The sky's all grey
I feel like I could fall