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