Bags under my eyes
I wish it were Gucci
Sat on the sidelines
My life's not a movie
Unless the main character
Were in her bed rotting
Her little pipe dream
A pipeline to nothing
Everyone tells me, I'm going to get better
I feel like a baby, I'm caught by your father
Trying to stay nice (you and just me)
Sick of the sorrow (you try to judge me)
And all of my dreams, they got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?
I was a singer and I was a sleeper
Now I'm awake, I'm in bed with the reaper
Twisting the sheets and throwing off covers
And keep say I
Doing those late nights (you and just me)
Sick of the sunrise (you try to judge me)
And all of my dreams, they got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?
(What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?)
Trying to stay nice (you and just me)
Sick of the sorrow (you try to judge me)
And all of my dreams, they got lost in the sea
And I just wanna scream
What's gonna become of me?
What's gonna become of me?
(Doesn't matter if I don't sleep
I know my body's taking care of me
Doesn't matter if I don't sleep
I know my body's taking care of me)