Dead by Whiskey - Lights Out, Vol. II

Losing my concentration
Running in place still trying to make it
And I expect your mind is vacant
So I approach from strange locations
And it's the day trips that are dangerous
If life is short it isn't painless
I'm outta sorts I'm off your playlist
And don't think you'll ever play this
But fuck it here goes nothing
This is something for the ages
Something for my peace of mind
To redefine so read the sign and then decide

Lights out, inside
And the moon's out, outside
It's the right time you'll find
Yeah the right time to fly
Turn the lights out, inside
Cause the moon's out, outside
It's the right time you'll find
Yeah the right time to fly

I think that these demons will follow me
I've fallen from the stars like it's astrology
They calling me, fuck all hypocrisy
And bet all the chips on me
I hear em' laughing like it's comedy
But one day they'll see
Don't burn up my dreams
It ain't what it seems
I'm lost in the smoke
Inhaling these trees
Just gone with the leaves
Until the season changes
Or my reason strengthens
Though I'm usually faded
You know

That there's
Something about you
I wish I could exhume
I just don't really remember
December June

Trying to slow it down when there's nothing in the way
Only fear of the failure that keeps me the same
Fitting these lines like they're tailored, I'm drifting away
Trying to find an arrangement to truly amaze, yeah goddamn
It's like I'm trapped in a maze
Rolling up kush everyday
All the memories tapered
The favors at play
I'm lost in the moments
Emotional phase will the focus remain
Til the end of my days like
Will I reach the right height
Chasing after dreams trying to find out what that life like
Hoping I don't lose sight

For it's
Lights out, inside
And the moon's out, outside
It's the right time you'll find
Yeah the right time to fly
Turn the lights out, inside
Cause the moon's out, outside
It's the right time you'll find
Yeah the right time to fly

I think that these moments are lost on me
I'm staring at the stars somewhat illogically
Or possibly
Fuck your philosophies
You're sharing the earth with kings
Can't give you a chance to see
I'm flying with wings
I'm finally free

There's something about you
I wish I could exhume
I just don't really remember
December June

Written by:
Collin Weddell

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