the sleeping bag - 8 to 18 in 8 minutes (live at steven house)

Dynamite inside of my chest
Ready to blow
Spraying everything on everyone
In a crowded room

I think I'm gonna be sick

You wanna know how I really feel
Ask me what I think about you and him
You wanna know how I really feel
Ask me where I've been I dare you

I'm only four minutes in
And I'm stuck to the floor like glue
You better stay down boy
If you know what's really good for you

But I've got another 20 minutes left
So I will stand up to rot and sweat
In my little corner of the world
Stacking up my broken bones

You wanna know how I really feel
Ask me what I think about your new friend
You wanna know how I really feel

You wanna know how I really feel
Think about the times I've kept you up at night
You wanna know how I really feel
I don't think you do

Just a tear in the crack on the sidewalk
Stumble down broadway
Find your way back
In the dead of night

Dark sunglasses turn the headlights grey
And the rest of the world
To that perfect shade of never mind

Who will I be when the credits roll
Drunk thoughts can sting 'til I sleep them off
Who will I be when the credits roll
Drunk thoughts sitting in my mind

Written by:
Douglas Campbell

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