Sweet Nothings Lyrics

In the worst of ways

I find myself sitting in a daze of what has become of me

Goddamn what has become of me?

And I'll walk this off, shake the feeling of being lost

Of what to do and say

Goddamn this is too much for me

Maybe I'm just a memory that's too close for comfort

As I keep on searching for a place that we've got missing

What a peculiar way to find myself living in a haze

The pressure has reached its point

Hold me down at gunpoint

'Cause I'm walking away

Scratch ticket in my waist and my winnings are nothing

But these feelings got to mean something

Maybe I'm just a memory that's too close for comfort

As I keep on searching for a place that we've got missing

Yeah, we got missing

We got missing

We got missing