False Alarm - Sorcha Richardson

It might have been the late nights

I wasn’t in my right mind

Desperate for something

It might have been a lifeline

You gotta get your blood drawn

A needle in your good arm

Well, I’ve been cured before

So I lost hope in false alarms

Sitting in the living room

There’s nothing on TV

I’m tryna keep from telling you

That I can hardly breathe

Running every red light

Just give me something to take the edge off it

Running every red light

It’s a car crash, it’s a snake pit

Visions of the ocean

And hands around my neck

I pulled you from the water

But you couldn’t catch your breath

A waiting room in New York

There’s snow on all the sidewalks

Drops under my eyelids

Credit card declines

When did life get like this?

Give yourself a couple hours

Try to sleep it off

It’s just a false alarm

There’s nothing here for me to solve

Running every red light

Just give me something to take the edge off it

Running every red light

It’s a car crash, it’s a snake pit

Running every red light

Just give me something to take the edge off it

Running every red light

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

Running every red light

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end

Running every red light

It’s a dead end

Running every red light

It’s a dead end

Running every red light

It’s a dead end

Running every red light

It’s a dead end

Running every red light

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish

Running every red light

It’s a dead end