i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
i’m the trouble ahead
and i scream in my sleep
you’re putting money on red
i’m a sure bet at a losing streak
i keep showing you doors
but you can’t open them up
cause it gets harder to see me
the closer you try to look