Fresh Air - Sloppy Meateaters

The bottles freezing my ears are bleeding

And I can’t get it outta my head

It’s 6 o’clock and it still won’t stop

And I’m afraid I’m almost dead

The weight of the world falls down on me

All my problems seem so far away

The weight of the world calls down to me

Calls me a whore tells me I’m free

(I'm still hoping you’ll say you’re sorry

I get up I get up just to fall back down)

My devils callin my angels fallin

And don’t forget to breathe

It’s 7:30 my face is dirty

And the ground is glued to me

I know I said it’s over, it’s over

This time is the last time but I lied