December by Joedotwhy Lyrics
December why’s it dark outside, it's 7 in the morning
I’m sleeping through the days I guess the night became my calling
Act like it’s suttin 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
Feeling’s gonna crack fucking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I’m fucking 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
More time I just really wanna 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 with hope but 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
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, it's 7 in the morning
I’m sleeping through the days I guess the night became my calling
Act like it’s suttin 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
Feeling’s gonna crack fucking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I’m fucking screaming
I’m sleeping through the days I guess the night became my calling
Act like it’s suttin 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
Feeling’s gonna crack fucking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I’m fucking 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
More time I just really wanna 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 with hope but 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
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, it's 7 in the morning
I’m sleeping through the days I guess the night became my calling
Act like it’s suttin 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
Feeling’s gonna crack fucking watching paint peeling
Patterns in my mind but they subside to my demons
Left in my bed and in my head I’m fucking screaming