Cold Sweats

Call me up, I need soothing This comedown's lasted half of the week Might break down just to prove it My hometown's been left for dead And all my thoughts turn to rubble in my head Calm me down, I need cooling Your missed calls gave me life for a week Last nights up's never worth it My bed's a cocoon I hold up the queue just for something to do Can't stop thinking of you My thoughts have turned to rubble in my head Cold sweats on my sheets I'm building up to nothing Won't catch me on my knees My conscience paints a violent scene I'm waking up, you're calling My head's a witch's cauldron Cold sweats on my sheets I'm stuck here swaying on the brink Cry me out of this bed before this turns into a situation Sit me down, make all your false accusations While I'm circling this drain I search for something clever to say Nothing comes, I stumble through It's just another day I'm sick and tired of wasting all these Sundays It's always Sunday I'm lying here wasting away Cold sweats on my sheets I'm building up to nothing Won't catch me on my knees My conscience paints a violent scene I'm waking up, you're calling My head's a witch's cauldron Cold sweats on my sheets Same place, same time next week (What the fuck?)