Lyrics Sore - Hindsights

Sore

Pessimism is now my friend
And with it comes a lack of self-control
Close your eyes, please do this for me
I’ve been tired for years and that’s never changing
What a sight for sore eyes
Waking up in the middle of the night
Sober and over, all of this
One sip on cold water and I’m awake again
This is never ending