Don’t Wait Up K.Flay

The bruises tell a story and the scars they track the trends
It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’ve lost about half my friends
Try to trace what I kept chasing dozen shots and chasers too
The three people who love me well I don’t think they’d approve
I’ve been away for months, with temptations given never paid for one
I should be pacing em
Blank and numb when I’m tipping my wrist
So forgiveness that’s what I’m banking on
Photos I don’t remember, moments I can’t recall
Seems like it’s last September, but it’s already next fall
Drift in and out of the scene of the bar, or the van, or the room
What I mean is I’m starving for truth getting harder to see
Any logic in making a martyr of me
Giving it all my all but all of the sudden I’m starting to bawl
Barfing the contents of my heart out in a bathroom stall
Nobody loves me, nobody calling my name at night
Nobody trusts me, not dialing the cops when I say I might
And I’m likely somewhat skewed to the view
From the back of a DJ booth, in the back of a club in the back of my mind
This is the life I choose

I’m trying to get by, I’m trying to give up, I’m trying to get high, dude
I’m trying to let up, I’m trying to get buzzed, I’m trying to go by you
I’m trying to get paid, I’m trying to lose weight, I’m trying to get fucked up
Just wanted to say, I’m running real late, so don’t you wait up
So don’t you wait up for me