Lyrics

4am surely he's in the back room Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud I'm still in your kitchen getting high 'Cause I miss you When I'm sober I can figure it out 4am surely he's in the back room Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud I think I would kill myself for her Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again 4am surely he's in the back room Bullets in the ceiling with the volume loud I'm still in your kitchen getting high 'Cause I miss you When I'm sober I can figure it out Go slow with it You lost control with it I think I would kill myself If I stay with you It won't be safe for you I think I would kill myself Eyes going back I try to relax She tells me I'm not alone Yeah In the back of a cab I'm starting to crash She tells me I'm not alone When I'm faded, wasted I think I would kill myself Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again Cigarettes and sex Helps us get past all of it again Helps us get past all of it again
Writer(s): Jacob Oliver Manson, Harry Gilmour, Bambie Ray Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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