Testo Overheated

Three days, no happy endings, highways, I'm hallucinating.

I wish I wasn't so mathmatic. I wish I hadn't overheated.

Heartbeats across a crowded room. April fool, give me a week or two.

These drinks are hitting me so hard. I wish I had an angel watching over me.


Set up another round, it's raining.

Six more drinks before I drown.

Bottoms up and spirits down.

Have my words lost all weight?

This is weighing on me.

Have I got nothing left to say?


Now I remember all the words. Through my smokey eyes, a blurred hotel room stirred.

I waited to hear you through the static. Three more cigarettes. A time to call off all regrets.

This is every selfish song. This is all those moments bleeding. Maybe I made a huge mistake.

I always thought that it would come to this. March came without a cost. April falls into the dream again.

In May I'll cut myself off at a loss for words. It doesn't mean I'm really over it.



And on the 13th of September, I swear I'll remember, even if it doesn't make any sense.

March 30th will be desperate. A happy birthday to me. What a spineless overstatement.