December why's it dark outside at 7 in the morning
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
What can I do
Hearing the tunes but I don't wanna move
When I'm inside, got nothing to do so my mind's like 'you don't know shit'; that's true, what's with it
Sometimes I just really wanna lift it
Moretime I just really want a spliff, but
Guess I was meant to feel like this
Distracting myself with my vices
Turn new corners into more walls
I can't reach the top I'm too small
Just one kid but hope that I stall
In my dreams I break the fourth wall
I can't make no sense of these days
Act so calm but know that I'm fazed
Unknown strain but think I might break
I don't mean the type when I blaze
It's getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
December why's it dark outside at 7 in the morning
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
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December why's it dark outside at 7 in the morning
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
What can I do
Hearing the tunes but I don't wanna move
When I'm inside, got nothing to do so my mind's like 'you don't know shit'; that's true, what's with it
Sometimes I just really wanna lift it
Moretime I just really want a spliff, but
Guess I was meant to feel like this
Distracting myself with my vices
Turn new corners into more walls
I can't reach the top I'm too small
Just one kid but hope that I stall
In my dreams I break the fourth wall
I can't make no sense of these days
Act so calm but know that I'm fazed
Unknown strain but think I might break
I don't mean the type when I blaze
It's getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
December why's it dark outside at 7 in the morning
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
What can I do
Hearing the tunes but I don't wanna move
When I'm inside, got nothing to do so my mind's like 'you don't know shit'; that's true, what's with it
Sometimes I just really wanna lift it
Moretime I just really want a spliff, but
Guess I was meant to feel like this
Distracting myself with my vices
Turn new corners into more walls
I can't reach the top I'm too small
Just one kid but hope that I stall
In my dreams I break the fourth wall
I can't make no sense of these days
Act so calm but know that I'm fazed
Unknown strain but think I might break
I don't mean the type when I blaze
It's getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
Getting worse every week
Time flies, cold streets
Getting stranger every week, so I can't feel it too deep
December why's it dark outside at 7 in the morning
I'm sleeping through the days, I guess the night became my calling
Act like it's something new but I fall into this too often
And I can't escape the cycle now my paranoia's talking
Vision's gone black and I'm staring at my ceiling
Feelings gonna crack f*cking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I'm f*cking screaming
Writer: Joe Yeates
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