The Wrecking Crew

Thoughts are not written in the fallen stars but somehow

They never leave me alone, they're nothing short of too loud

I think I need to walk this conversation off now

Find myself at 4 a.m. cursing out my friends

Thinking they wish I was dead

Maybe that's a bit much but they won't understand

No, they won't understand

Oh, maybe that's just me

Ooh, 5 a.m. hurt is a habit

Too late for happy thoughts

Filling the days worth of damage

Then here comes the wrecking crew

Fuck, tryna make sense of sadness

Before it makes sense of me

Love is as simple as madness

And here comes the wrecking crew

Staring up hopeless at a cold and starless ceiling

Finding that nothing in the something is relieving

Rather be feeling pain than feeling fucking empty

How much of me has lost a time of distant memory?

Ghost in a shell, l've revived once or twice already

I think I need to walk off all of my anxieties, they're killing me

Find myself at 4 a.m. cursing out my friends

Thinking they wish I was dead

Maybe that's a bit much but they won't understand

No, they won't understand

But maybe that's just me

Ooh, 5 a.m. hurt is a habit

Too late for happy thoughts

Filling the days worth of damage

Then here comes the wrecking crew

Fuck tryna make sense of sadness

Before it makes sense of me

Love is as simple as madness

And here comes the wrecking crew

Ooh, how happy am I, really

Yeah, yeah

Ooh, how happy am I, really

Ooh, how happy am I, really

Ooh, how happy am I, really

Ooh, ooh