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Jordan Sizemore
Jordan Sizemore
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Mike Pecora
Mike Pecora
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James Hartshorn
James Hartshorn
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Griffin Cottrell
Griffin Cottrell
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Lyrics

I don't know what happened to anyone I called right hand
Used to keep em stashed between some pages in my night stand
Falling through the cracks they all I need to feel right
But my hourglass ran empty guess they lost in the times damn
I've seen bottoms of bottles
Ain't no genies, not for miles
Making wishes on wish lists
Ain't no love, no not no kisses
Some would get pissed, they think quick
Chance they miss it, drown in liquid
Same thoughts I want to skip them
But I can't
But I keep wishing on
All ideas are free
What you make it be?
Those the thoughts I think
Homie that's just me
Brain it overthinks
Thoughts they overtake
Then I pour a drink
Same night everyday
Over and over
Never wishing on four-leaf clover
Not fucking sober
I'm old and these nights are like a roller coaster
I cannot stop to think
Always drowned in drinks
It's why I overthink
But that's the life that chose me
Reminds me that currents control the sea
I don't know why they wanna live like me
All this nonsense
I'm involved in
I'll be honest
I just need a fucking break for a little bit
Feeling sick of everything
I'm begging pleading
I just need to get a way from the cycle
Been grinding, slaving, need vacation
Anything to get my mind off the people I been missing
Like, yeah I could call em
But courage gets lost
Every time I be picking my phone up I wonder
Do you still be thinking of me?
Am I in your memories? Keep you from sleep?
Am I one of a kind or could I be replaced
Man I know if I asked you you'd lie to my face
So fuck is the point of these songs that I'm making
If y'all ain't be listening back anyway?
Damn
I don't know what happened to anyone I called right hand
Used to keep em stashed between some pages in my night stand
Falling through the cracks they all I need to feel right
But my hourglass ran empty guess they lost in the times damn
Ooh
I know I said this was last time I'd go
Reflections of a life we that we once had
Wishing we could all just go back
Searching for the perfect words
Just to hold on to some comfort through time
Feel nostalgic for the days when I didn't feel lonely
I've been stuck inside my ways feel like no one really know me
No the night doesn't end if we never see the morning
I got death come after me one day he's gonna owe me
All we have to do is hold on
I'm getting the best of me
My brain just wants to fucking sleep
All these thoughts are killing me
I wish that I Could go away 
Will this ever get better?
Get better
I don't know what happened to anyone I called right hand
Used to keep em stashed between some pages in my night stand
Falling through the cracks they all I need to feel right
But my hourglass ran empty guess they lost in the times damn
I just wanna leave, tryna be me
So many fucking dreams of just being free
Eyes wide open still can't seem to see
Might just pop a bean, cog in the machine
Stack that fucking green
Don't give a fuck if it ain't clean
Cause that's how we're supposed to be
Never guarantee when we fucking will
Never cop a plea even on my knees putting holes though you
Call that Swiss cheese
Spitting this shit till I fucking wheeze
Cold as fucking shit call me mister freeze
And it's a breeze, we just spread it everywhere
Call it a disease, Covid 19
Need that dopamine
Pass me that shit
Spark me up some tree before I go to leave
Depart from the scene
It's a regular routine
It's a regular routine
It's a regular routine
What you know about me?
Greg
I don't know what happened to anyone I called right hand
Used to keep em stashed between some pages in my night stand
Falling through the cracks they all I need to feel right
But my hourglass ran empty guess they lost in the times damn
Written by: Griffin Cottrell, James Hartshorn, Jordan Sizemore, Mike Pecora
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