Night Guilt

Speaking into my sleep again
All those things I can’t defend
Scribbles in pen
Whispers behind your back
Welcome to the club
Send that back
Things from four years ago waking me up in the night
People I owe money to
Loose change
Pennies on my eyes
Pennies on my eyes
Sinking through the blood and the gore
Can’t find the bottom anymore
My lips are bitten
And my hands are both bound
Sorry for those times
I needed to be told
What was right
I keep cocking my gun
Tryna find the sweet spot
Blindin the night
Always blowing too big or two small
Never hitting it right
Things from four years ago waking me up in the night
People I owe money to
Loose change
Pennies on my eyes
Pennies on my eyes
Sinking through the blood and the gore
Can’t find the bottom anymore
My lips are bit
And my hands are both bound
Sinking through the blood and the gore
Can’t find the bottom anymore
My lips are bitten
And my hands are both bound
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about
Sinking through the blood and the gore
Can’t find the bottom anymore
My lips are bit
And my hands are both bound
Sinking through the blood and the gore
Can’t find the bottom anymore
My lips are bit
And my hands are both bound
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about
Be mine
Be what I was feeling guilty about