Cold Sweats The Royston Club

[Verse 1]
Call me up, I need soothing
This comedown's lasted half of the week
Might break down just to prove it
My hometown's been left for dirt
And all my thoughts turn to rubble in my head

[Verse 2]
Calm me down, I need cooling
Your missed calls gave me life for a week
Last nights up's never worth it
My bed's a cocoon, I hold up the queue
Just for something to do, can't stop thinking of you
My thoughts have turned to rubble in my head

[Chorus]
Cold sweats on my sheets
I'm building up to nothing
Won't catch me on my knees
My conscience paints a violent scene
I'm waking up, you're calling
My head's a witch's cauldron
Cold sweats on my sheets
I'm stuck here swaying on the brink

[Bridge]
Pry me out of this bed before this turns into a situation
Sit me down, make all your false accusations
While I'm circling this drain, I search for something clever to say
Nothing comes, I stumble through, it's just another day
I'm sick and tired of wasting all these Sundays, it's always Sunday
I'm lying here wasting away