Hoodrat

Running out of things to say

I'm staring at the wall and the ceiling

Reminiscing on the days I

Didn't overthink I'd just feel it

Pissing old people off

Doing hoodrat shit with all my friends

Band practice in my mom's basement

She said cut the noise at ten

Running out of things to say I'm

Staring at the wall and the ceiling

I can't even feel my face I

Gotta shake this funny feeling

Shadows on the wall begin to twist

My conscience slips from me

I feel better knowing when I wake up

You'll be next be next to me

I'm running out of things to say

I'm running out of things to say

I'm running out of things to say

I'm running out of things to say