False Alarm

Sorcha Richardson, Alex Casnoff

It might have been the late nights
I wasn’t in my right mind
Desperate for something
That mighta been a lifeline
Go to get your blood drawn
The needle in your good arm
I’ve been here before
so I lost hope in false alarms
Sitting in the living room there’s nothing on TV
Tryna keep from tellin’ you that I can hardly breath
Running every red light
Just give me something to take the edge off it
Running ever red light
It’s a car crash, it’s a snake pit
Visions of the ocean
And hands around my neck
They pulled you from the water
But you couldn’t catch your breath
A waiting room in New York
There’s snow on all the sidewalks
Drops under my eyelids
Credit card declines
When did life get like this
“Give yourself a couple hours
Try to sleep it off
It’s just a false alarm
There’s nothing here for me to solve”
Running every red light
Just give me something to take the edge off it
Running ever red light
It’s a car crash, it’s a snake pit
Running ever red light,
Just give me something to take the edge off it
Running every red light
It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish
It’s a dead end, it’s a death wish
It’s a dead end, its a death wish…

Beliebteste Lieder von Sorcha Richardson

Andere Künstler von Middle of the Road (MOR)