Sleep Thru Ur Alarms

Thoughts that go like bullets through you
The time you told me that you wish you were dead

But so broken on when you can’t stop choosing
To sleep through your alarms, man, you’re losing your head

(But I can't stop)
The thoughts that go like bullets through you
The time you told me that you wish you were dead

(But I can't stop)
But so broken on when you can't stop choosing
To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head