Tired

Sunday night
But I'm not even sad for the Monday to come
All the nights are coffee nights but
I dosed off while I wrote out this song

There's no way I'll stay awake
And yet I always make a way
I hope this brain behaves
And keep my mind at bay

I'm tired
Bloodshot eyes in the dark
Is this even worth it
I don't know

I'm tired
Wish I could go back in time
To when I was a baby
Tired

Bloodshot eyes in the dark
Is this even worth it I don't know
I'm tired

Wish I could go back in time
To when I was a baby
Bedside lamps

Are always on boy I love the dimmed out
Mood in the dark
The Sun is gone
That's when I pull out my memory book of love
And go fly

(Ooh let's go for a ride)
Gotta gotta go back to work
Gotta gotta go back to work
Gotta gotta go back to work
Gotta gotta go back to work
Or back to when I was a baby
(Oooh yeah to when I was a baby yeah)