Lyrics: Alex Shofler/Doug Schadt/Victoria Zaro
Music: Victoria Zaro/Doug Schadt/Alex Shofler
Feels like I'm missing the message
I still don't know what I'm doing
Just crawling out of the wreckage
Of something I didn't even know that I ruined
2am broke my phone ran outta cash
Walking home all alone it all comes back yeah
Maybe it doesn’t get better than this
Don’t wanna think about that
They calling me bedhead
Sleeping right through the whole weekend
All of my high hopes weighing me down
Get in my head when no one’s around
They calling me bedhead
Sleeping right through every season
All of my high hopes weighing me down
Kinda thought I’d be better by now
Be better by now...
It gets pretty depressing
Being so disillusioned
But I'm fighting the stress and I hate that
My mind's filled up with so much pollution
2am broke my phone ran outta cash
Walking home all alone it all comes back yeah
Maybe it doesn’t get better than this
Don’t wanna think about that
They calling me bedhead
Sleeping right through the whole weekend
All of my high hopes weighing me down
Get in my head when no one’s around
They calling me bedhead
Sleeping right through every season
All of my high hopes weighing me down
Kinda thought I’d be better by now
Be better by now..