Sleep Thru Ur Alarms

Thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

What's a broken arm when you can't stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head

But I guess I'll go home and dream instead

The thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

But I guess I'll go home and dream instead

What's a broken arm when you can't stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head