I don't think so I don't feel so bad Wake up call Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? Six foot tall Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead He won't come around here

Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin' No, don't go lookin' for somethin' Know we're scared of us, what this might become Ain't no goin' back no more, no more We're in the same bed, cannot lay awake Let's fill up this space with us Butterfly,

Every time I close my eyes It's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side Oh oh oh, ha ha ha I don't wanna wake up from this tonight And there's no remedy for memory your face Your soul is hunting

Waiting to wake up one day and find That I let all these years go by Oh, I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing The still of the morning, the color of the night I ain't spending no more time Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded Standing at the back door

You don't have long I am on to you The time, it has come to destroy Your supremacy Wake to see Your true emancipation is a fantasy Have risen up and overcome the brave Greatness dies

Begging the dawn not to come About to run away scared So they don’t wake those who sleep Howl at the moon Howl at the moon, I’ll come find you I’ll come get you We expect dawn around morning I trust the rise of the sun I’ve been up late with the night

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

Before you speak, don't move ‘Cause I don't wanna wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up You're such a dream to me If you can believe (Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum) Last night boy I met you Yeah, when I was sleeping And it was on a

I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray I am the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night Don't wake me with so much Receiving department, three A.M Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are