Sixth of May, it's almost 11am
Trying to fight the urge to stay awake
But consciousness is going to win
And I'm getting pretty sick of him
I don't think I can waste another day
Stomach's turning itself up in knots
Trying to squeeze last night out of me
This feeling it ain't nothing new
When you celebrate, you mourn some too
I don't think I'll keep this memory
So why do I do this?
And how can you?
I stay out late most every night
And I feel like shit at morning light
All because I'm chasing after you
Day drags on like it tends to do
Shadows grow so long then fade away
I do what all has to be done
I do my work before my fun
It's no fun chasing all the time
So why do I do this?
And how can you?
I stay out late most every night
And I feel like shit at morning light
All because I'm chasing after you
All because I'm chasing after you
It's no fun chasing after you