Crim - 5 MINUTES

I've had a lot of people trying to come into my life
I'm going to leave the city, and I'll leave it all behind
Momma said, "It's only for a minute, you'll be fine
But it doesn't make a difference to me if it's forever or just the time being
You aren't really seeing what I'm seeing
I'm nineteen and my mind's spinning
I don't really know where I fit in
I'm finished
Five minutes
Can you give me five minutes?
A penny for your thoughts, it's a thousand for my feelings
If I had a dime for every second of my time that I wasted
I'm feeling better than I was last year
Thought if I got money, it would dry my tears
A thousand on a coat trying to hide my sins, and it's a lie, money can't buy shit

I'm sending S.O.S.
You're sending S.M.S.
I never check my texts
Then I feel bad for myself
I can't keep getting away with my actions
And what if I can't write a song that betters the last one
I can't get out of my bed
I'm sending S.O.S.

I wish I could be you
I don't want to walk another day in my shoes
I've been in a rut, feel like I'm stuck in a loop
And you're always looking happy in the things that you do
You've got it all
I hate you for that
Or maybe I'm just jealous of the things that you have
Maybe it's the confidence you ooze when you laugh
Or maybe it's the people that you've got at your back
I would be happy
If I could control it
But I've been a wreck
And I'm a slave to emotions
I'm the only person who's been killing my motion
It's like I step back just to try to go forward
My chest wouldn't hurt
If only I could quit smoking
My fans would be happy if I would put out some more shit
There are days that I wish the end would come closer
But I cling to life as if it's over

I'm sending S.O.S.
You're sending S.M.S.
I never check my texts
Then I feel bad for myself
I can't keep getting away with my actions
And what if I can't write a song that betters the last one?
I can't get out of my bed
I'm sending S.O.S.

Written by:
Chris Mccutcheon

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