Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
raymond hawthorne
Songwriter
Paul Siefert
Songwriter
Roman Voronkov
Songwriter
Lyrics
In the middle of switching time zones I replied I might need help
To the kid who was on the aisle asking why I seemed like
Hell had finally caught me looking
Took me
Shook me down
Every photograph that I had tooken looked like I passed out somehow
Now I don't respond to texts
And I never plan ahead
All of my habits maintained havoc through my life until I said
Fuck off
It's like 12am and I can't think again
All my happy friends tell me I'm depressed
But I tell 'em I'm doing fine I just need time all to myself
I got tired of getting high and feeling like that kid
Stuck to the couch on the television when I was like 15
Or that frying pan fucking up that kitchen commercial that I'd seen
Never thought it'd be me
Now I don't respond to texts
And I never plan ahead
All of my habits maintained havoc through my life until I said
Fuck off
It's like 12am and I can't think again
All my happy friends tell me I'm depressed
All my happy friends tell me I'm depressed
Written by: Paul Siefert, Roman Voronkov, raymond hawthorne

