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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom West
Tom West
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom West
Tom West
Songwriter
Bonnie Whitmore
Bonnie Whitmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Tate
Allen Tate
Producer
Tyler McDiarmid
Tyler McDiarmid
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Sunday, some time in May
When the clouds bring in Rain
The cops came again
We were staying up late
Despite the neighbors complaints
Playing Records
We lit, a fire Out Back
I got a bit high
So I passed out Inside
’Til the sun rise
Chorus
Why Don’t I know what this is for?
You gotta let me in on the secrets
Whenever I lay down to sleep
I don’t remember my dreams
Why am I so fucking bored?
You gotta give me something to work with
Why can’t I stay up on my feet?
Feels like I’m stuck on repeat
Verse 2:
I thought, there might have been more
Than fighting again
With the landlord
These doors never close
The ceiling is cracked and it’s filling with mould
I can’t live here anymore
I wanna explore
Chorus
Why Don’t I know what this is for?
You gotta let me in on the secrets
Whenever I lay down to sleep
I don’t remember my dreams
Why am I so fucking bored?
You gotta give me something to work with
Why can’t I stay up on my feet?
Feels like I’m stuck on repeat
Bridge:
We were always on the outside
Staring though the windows seeing what it looks like
Now we’re here
We’re sat in a room, there’s some guys wearing suits
They’re try’na read us the rules
Chorus
Why Don’t I know what this is for?
You gotta let me in on the secrets
Whenever I lay down to sleep
I don’t remember my dreams
Why am I so fucking bored?
You gotta give me something to work with
Why can’t I stay up on my feet?
Feels like I’m stuck on repeat
Written by: Bonnie Whitmore, Tom West
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