Sleep Thru Ur Alarms - Lontalius

Thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

What's a broken arm when you can’t stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms, man, you’re losing your head

(But I guess I'll go home and dream instead)

The thoughts that go like bullets through you

The time you told me that you wished you were dead

(But I guess I'll go home and dream instead)

What's a broken arm when you can't stop choosing

To sleep through your alarms, man, you're losing your head