| Asleep on my feet
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| Eyes keep shaking
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| Twitching and burning
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| I can’t focus on any thing
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| Can barely shake my dreams
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| The feeling that they mean something
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| Can never tell what to believe
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| You were coming up, coming down with me
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| Of all the love and the bullshit
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| Highs and lows, and the in-between
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| Don’t run faster
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| Than your legs can take you
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| Were coming up, coming down with me
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| Just doing everything I can
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| To keep writing straight
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| With steady shaking hands
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| (Twitching and burning, I can’t focus on anything)
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| You said outside it still smells like rain
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| I haven’t felt like myself in days
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| I’ve had enough of this fucking year anyway
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| You were coming up, coming down with me
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| Of all the love and the bullshit
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| Highs and lows, and the in-between
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| Don’t run faster
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| Than your legs can take you
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| Were coming up, coming down with me
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| Sometimes nothing feels okay
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| Except for you at the end of the day
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| And this tangled mess we’ve made
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| Just give me one second to clear my doubt
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| About my worth, let me shake and shake
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| Just give me one second to clear my doubt |