Lyrics: Chelsea Collins
Music: Chelsea Collins
I'll stop these drugs tomorrow
When my life isn't a chore
So let me rot inside my bed
Till I'm no longer poor
My career's gone down the toilet
And my friends think I'm a bitch
All because I almost died
And that makes me selfish
So I'll stop these drugs tomorrow
When I love the one within
Cause every day I wake up
And wanna crawl out of my skin
Hate the mirror, it's repulsive
So I threw it off the post
Laid in the shattered glass
And with my blood, I drew a rose
Oh, tomorrow
Keep praying that the sun will come out
Tomorrow
Cause realities the hardest pill to swallow
And if happiness comes in a small orange bottle
I'll push my luck...
And I'll
Stop these drugs tomorrow
When I can turn back the page
Before my friends turned into married Karens
From the HOA
Oh, I hate the way they boast their babies
How they look at me with disgust
Cause I'm almost through my twenties and I've never been in love
Turned into the parents, that they despised growing up
Oh, tomorrow
Keep praying that the sun will come out
Tomorrow
Cause realities the hardest pill to swallow
And if happiness comes in a small orange bottle
I'll push my luck...
And I'll
Stop these drugs tomorrow
When I learn that I deserve
Happiness, although my past
Comes with baggage I can't burn
Like my dad's become a stranger
And my grandma's passed away
I cry myself to sleep
And wonder if they hear me pray
In their eyes I'm the devil
Nothing I can do to change
Can't save a heart that's hollow
Put a bandaid over sorrow
Since love and strength come borrowed
No, I won't stop these drugs
Tomorrow