Times running out

I can feel the sand falling

I stay in this spot but nobody hears me callin

I only feel myself at 4 am when im writin

If death comes knocking imma let that fucker right in

Itchin for the trigger won't somebody fucking dare me

Friends go away and write write me off as scary

Lay in my room and dissolve into the bed sheets

Tomorrow never comes

Its the same old shit on repeat

Pistol in my hand but im not scared somehow

Im too lost in the future and the past now

I know ill lose it all but I swear its really fine to me

Dashboards prolly the only place ill see 90

Times running out

I can feel the sand falling

I stay in this spot but nobody hears me callin

I only feel myself at 4 am when im writin

If death comes knocking imma let that fucker right in

Itchin for the trigger won't somebody fucking dare me

Friends go away and write write me off as scary

Lay in my room and dissolve into the bed sheets

Tomorrow never comes

Its the same old shit on repeat