Hoodrat

Running out of things to say I'm staring at the wall and the ceiling Reminiscing on the days I Didn't overthink I'd just feel it Pissing old people off Doing hoodrat shit with all my friends Band practice in my mom's basement She said cut the noise at ten Running out of things to say I'm Staring at the wall and the ceiling I can't even feel my face I Gotta shake this funny feeling Shadows on the wall begin to twist My conscience slips from me I feel better knowing when I wake up You'll be next be next to me I'm running out of things to say I'm running out of things to say I'm running out of things to say I'm running out of things to say