Layed Up

(album: 3 Ghosts - 2019)

Taylor Morgan
You're gonna be sorry witch boy

Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
You might think that I'm okay, been this way all night
Just try, all we care about is shit that's not real
Lost feelings and now I spend my days pill popping, stop me

I can't stop doing it, I can't stop you either
All these drugs up in my blood, I feel like I'm losing it
Now I'm just puking it, this pain is permanent
They said I would never get better, am I'm proving it?

And I close my eyes and wonder
If I died, right now, here in my slumber, would they even care?
In a couple years, when you hear my name
Can you feel all of my fears?

Popping pills don't help shit, tell me why I keep em tucked
And if none of this is real, then why do I still give a fuck?
All these numbers on your screen that could be gone with just one touch
No this doesn't mean a thing, besides that I'm not giving up

Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
You might think that I'm okay, been this way all night
Just try, all we care about is shit that's not real
Lost feelings and now I spend my days pill popping, stop me

Layed up in my bed and I don't feel right
Think that I'm okay but I'm this way all night
All I care about is shit that's not real
Left me broken down with all these damn pills