"Bloodshot"

Tired

The clouds are all on

That never sleeps so are you ready to go?

Tick tock I think the well is running dry

Still I so admired

Delicate and wild

start

Can seem to find

start

Into the night think of life and faith

No rhyme or reason

Will show your heart of treason

So I'll stay up all night

While these walls surround me

our bodies weak and ready for sleep

And from these rooftops we’ll watch the sun rise

That hunger of love pistol and gut rot

Give me one shot my shot

All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine

Huh sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines