Modus Operandi

I’ve been tryna find a way around the truth,

Would it kill to show some empathy?

Take a glimpse around the room,

And in the darkest times

I long for gratitude,

In a million different ways that I could,

I woke up in the backseat,

I wonder how I got here,

I like it when I’m sober,

But I hate when things are falling out the picture,

I’m looking through an hourglass,

Just waiting for the time to past,

Maybe it would fade away,

And everything would fade to grey,

As we grow apart

I wonder all the time,

Would I stay the same?

Addicted on a temporary feeling,

And in the brightest parts

I wish you’d see it too,

In a million different ways that I could,

I woke up in the backseat,

The sun was out at 40 degrees,

I couldn’t find an option,

An option to repeat the same mistakes,

I’m looking through an hourglass,

Just waiting for the time to past,

Maybe it would fade away,

Maybe it would fade to grey,

I woke up in the backseat,

The sun was out at 40 degrees,

I couldn’t find an option,

An option to repeat the same mistakes,

I’m looking through an hourglass,

Just waiting for the time to past,

Maybe it would fade away,

Maybe it would fade to grey,