Sixth of May, its almost eleven AM Trying to fight the urge to stay awake But consciousness is going to win And Im getting pretty sick of him I dont think I can waste another day Stomachs turning itself up in knots Trying to squeeze last night out of me This feeling it aint nothing new When you celebrate, you mourn some too I dont think Ill keep this memory So why do I do this? And how can you? I stay out late most every night And I feel like shit at morning light All because Im chasing after you Day drags on like it tends to do Shadows grow so long then fade away I do what all has to be done I do my work before my fun Its no fun chasing all the time So why do I do this? And how can you? I stay out late most every night And I feel like shit at morning light All because Im chasing after you All because Im chasing after you Its no fun chasing after you
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