Bedridden Angel

I get the sense that you're losing in a race to the start

Your confidence giving way to the fear in your heart

Fall asleep to the silence as you dry in the sun

You're lost on words like a sore on the tip of your tongue

An easy tune, hope that you had the time of your life

Don't feel so blue, always knew I was wasting your time

I hope you choke on every moment that you claimed to have loved

I hope it eats you alive through the mouth of my gun

Could you stay awake as I sleep alone

Just a little death to skip tomorrow

Hear my song on the radio