Sunday Morning - Ailment
Did I fuck this up again, I think I'm going down aloneI try to find the best in somethings, but I can't let anyone grow
All we care about is our precious time
And everything I touch seems to leave imprints in my hands
When I think things through my head, they never seem to go as planned
Do you ever feel the same
A constant understatement, nothing to cure this ailment
I keep wasting all my time, thinking one day I'll be fine
So here we are again, I told myself I wouldn't let you down
Wait around for something new, while you just sit and watch me drown
I'll never be the same
A constant understatement, nothing to cure this ailment
I keep wasting all my time, thinking one day I'll be fine
And there's nothing new, but what else can I do
A pessimist is what I'll always be, you'll see
These east coast winter nights will never be as cold as you
All the things you promised seemed to change your point of view
I hope you're right where you want to be
And I'll go to the place you hate the most, you'll see
And I'll grow into the thing you hate the most, you'll see
So don't go, 'cause I'm the thing you hate the most, and you'll see
Written by:
Westly Benjunas
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