I'm lost in the bottom of a bottle
getting tired of trying to find a way out
I don't want to leave, so I'll just sit here alone
and wonder when the hell did all of the pain start
I'll crawl out of bed breathing fire
half stoned, half awake in the rain
the ceiling fan spinning circles in applause
"well done you're a failure with a black heart"
I'm so tired of waking up with a half mind
I'm so tired of waking up with a heavy heart
I'm so tired of waking up all alone
I'm so tired of denying this is all my fault
tell me what I did because I don't remember
and I never thought I would last until November
so I give up, and who gives a fuck
don't bother telling her I loved her
she won't believe me anyway
I can still hear your voice coming over the clouds
I'm trying to scream but I'm not as loud
you tell me to run when I'm crawling on the ground
I can still hear your voice coming over the clouds.