third of the month

Aye third of the month Already stuck Aye only live once Hop in the truck I don't conduct But I'm strung up Hairs being plucked I'm outta luck It's the third of the month Don't feel a thing It's the third of the month Don't feel a thing Its the third of the month and life is moving too fast Don't feel a thing, I wish a feeling would last Seeing through glasses, I'm sleeping through classes Turn the hourglass back to the past I don't wanna sleep here anymore Come and pick me up off of the floor Please just bring something new I'm bored Or take me to some place that I've never been before I've never been before Is there heaven past this door Heaven past this door Its eleven-twenty-four Leven'-twenty-four And I already want more Something that can free my head Twenty-four hours and countless cold showers In the dark, alone with no power Might be a coward, not looking outward Laying in my bed of wallflowers I think I need to get some sleep Stop counting all these goddamn sheep Only time I feel is in my dreams I think I'm insane it seems It's the third of the month and life is moving too fast Don't feel a thing, I wish a feeling would last Seeing through glasses, I'm sleeping through classes Turn the hourglass back to the past I don't wanna wake up in my bed I don't feel like calling my old friends Somethings feeling off I can't pretend Dumb shit eases off all in the end