| These days I’m a hit and run, left the scene as I coughed up blood
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| Stayed inside, hid from the sun
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| All jammed up like a loaded gun
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| Even the nightlife’s just too bright, so I never step outside
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| Blackened lungs and bloodshot eyes keep me up but not alive
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| Just holding on
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| There’s a lesson here but I’m not catching on
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| Cause the taste of it still lingers on my tongue
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| Such a bitter ending taste of what’s become
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| The only drug I didn’t love
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| Breathe deep leave ground, can’t get to sleep so I just pass out
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| Fight the words before they leave my mouth
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| Bite the tongue, but I just can’t tell if it’s too late to save myself
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| Hit the ground but the bottom dropped out
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| Lost and found my way around
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| It’s not new to me, yeah I’m used to it by now
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| Looking for a way, an out
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| Release, somehow
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| You’re lost and now it’s pulling me under
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| We’re all allowed our ups and downs in times of doubt
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| We all go through it just holding on
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| (These days I’m a hit and run) |