Layed Up

Taylor Morgan

You’re gonna be sorry ***** boy

Layed up in my bed and I don’t feel right

Don’t feel right and I don’t feel right

Layed up in my bed and I don’t feel right

You might

Think that I’m okay but I’m this way all night

Just try

All we care about is **** that’s not real

Lost feelings and now I spend days pills 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

And 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, done how ****

Tell me why I keep em tucked

And if none of this is real then why do I still give a ****

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 but I’m this way all night

Just try

All we care about is **** that’s not real

Lost feelings and now I spend days pills 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 **** that’s not real

Left me broken down with all these damn pills