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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drapht
Drapht
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Scott Grey
Brendan Scott Grey
Composer
Paul Reid
Paul Reid
Composer
Rachel Claudio
Rachel Claudio
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drapht
Drapht
Producer
Andy Lawson
Andy Lawson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I thought it was a normal day Everything felt kinda ordinary Pile of dirty laundry It was a little high See, I talked the same (talked the same) Walked the same (walked the same) And it never really dawned on me That the shadows on my walls They told the time I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time Yeah, I thought I was okay Just a little sick of love like Cobain Felt like an old man Tired all the time, and grumpy in a funk And maybe 'cos I went and drunk again An understatement, I understand Compliments to the chef Nonetheless, sick of beef with friends Sick and tired of being divided Why did I even waste my breath? Concerned, I think I went and lost my mind After one too many mushrooms at Kev's Forgettin' why I was even angry In the same breath Preachin' Gandhi, preachin' all that Paul McCartney, carried all that Baggage on me And I'm sick of feeling not like myself (not like myself) But then I'll go and follow somebody else It doesn't make sense, I blame it on the moon It was everybody else but you Moon-dance away from all my problems Smoothest criminal when I will move (Ow!) And I knew I was doomed when I started talkin' like Judy Momma said, "You're only really ever judged When you feel unworthy" Most concerning thing, I was either high or smashed Like chandeliers 'Cos you know me, right? Can we forget last year? I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time Yeah Sweet talk Had the Queen in a bedroom Nah, I'm talkin' bout a hotel suite And the size of the bed in the room, I'm still alone With all these bones to pick (Vulture!) Every ex-girl in my head (I told ya!) You expect too much And Paul, you were hardly impressed Maybe yes, maybe I'm just like Kanye West (I'ma let you finish) A little self-obsessed (Okay) You never see me play famous though Never see me smoke tailors, no Slaving over these songs While they all sound asleep (Oh) I'm awake all night long Countin' the same old sheep I had this re-occurrent dream Where I'll fall from heights Through the sky, to the concrete Don't follow me I am not a shepherd nor sheep I will not lead I'm a foreigner on unknown streets Know what you need And follow me 'Cos I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time I think I've lost my mind Little head, sleepy hollow You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time
Writer(s): Brendan Scott Grey, Paul Reid, Rachel Claudio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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