In bed, feeling left in my head, nothing said
Slept through the sun again
In bed, feeling like I have no friends, ashamed instead
Slept through the sun again
In bed, feeling left in my head, nothing said
Slept through the sun again
I can’t help you wonder
What’s the purpose or why I’m in any place
Fuck me, all I want is sleep and not to dream anything
We’ll spend our entire lives searching for nothing
What’s the point?
