Jan 5, 2017
Wallflower - Manners
Carry me home like the last time, it's late and I need to close my eyes This week, this month, this year and this stress is starting to get out of hand Pour a drink, there's my future misleading me over and over, 40 hours bleeding me dry, casually crossing over the line One day i'm stable, the next day i'm not, reliving nightmares I wish I forgot Somewhere between my mouth and the glass lies the truth about who I am I guess I don't know myself at all Have you ever felt like you could sleep for a thousand years? Just close your eyes and forget to wake just to get your mind cleared I think I need a fucking vacation, I think I need to stop and breathe I can't take another day of this, this crippling anxiety.
