Sleepwalker (Explicit)

I’m sick of being sick, and I’m sick of being drunk

I’m sick of being broke, and sleeping alone

What’s the point of getting up? And in finding a job?

What’s the point saving up? When it’s all ****ed up

Sleepwalking, I was wrong

You’re so jaded, and we’re coming undone

I keep thinking about, how it’s grinding me down

But you can’t get lower, when you’re lying on the ground

Sleepwalking, I was wrong

You’re so jaded, and we’re coming undone

Sleepwalking, I was wrong

You’re so jaded, and we’re coming undone