Erika Lamon - In My Head

I'm so sick of being kind to myself
Pats on the back while the hourglass bleeds out, bleeds out
I feel my temper growing short
I've held my peace and it's killing me
Are you gonna call me in the morning
Ask me how I'm feeling, or was it all in my head
We weren't even close but I swore on you
Wasn't even lucky but I bet on you, was it all in my head
Your sincerity don't run with my own
You want the accolade, go on, have it
May it give you honour
I feel my signals falling short
I don't know what's real anymore
There isn't much life in these parts
but I swore I heard a beating heart
Are you gonna call me in the morning
Ask me how I'm feeling, or was it all in my head
We weren't even close but I swore on you
Wasn't even lucky but I bet on you, was it all in my head
I need a cold shower, a warm shoulder
To tell me how it is
I shot in the dark and lost it
I talk myself out of pain and envy
Of digging up the graves
Of old ties that I buried
I'm so sick of being kind
Pats on the back while the hourglass bleeds out, bleeds out

Written by:
Erika Lamon, Maxime Nolet

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