Paroles Threat level midnight Neck Deep

Threat level midnight

I've had a steady stream of lonely nights in the past few weeks.
In this room I'm locked away from it all.
Just need a break from the walls that close me in.
I'll see this out standing on pins
I'll fall asleep with my eyes open
Just to see if I could focus on something other than my loneliness
None of my riends seem to give a shit about the way I am
I know full well they understand that I get myself way to deep in what she says, but they'll bail me out when I'm in over my head
I'm getting sick of being broke
What''s worse is tomorrow I'm on my own
Can't seem to let this go
I wish I could stop starring at the phone
So I can get some sleep
Another day another week in hell
'Ill see her face down here real soon
A welcome home to a swift farewell
Of all the things I hope to keep
A childhood sense of opportunity
Where I find the risk to jump
Take the chance while I'm still young
And done passed out
But I might be years ahead to get some sleep
So much time to face defeat
To write our names in wet concrete
To seal our place in space and time
Before we have to walk the line
Before we call the run in line
Before the sun comes up tonight and
I'm getting sick of being broke
What's worse is tomorrow I'm on my own
Can't seem to let this go
I wish I could stop starring at the phone
So I can get some sleep
Another day another week in hell
I'll see her face down here real soon
A welcome home to a swift farewell
I'm getting sick of being broke
What's worse is tomorrow I'm on my own
Can't seem to let this go
I wish I could stop starring at the phone
So I can get some sleep
Another day another week in hell
'Ill see her face down here real soon
A welcome home to a swift farewell