K.Flay - Don't Wait Up lyrics

The bruises tell a story and the
Scars they track the trends
It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’ve
Lost about half my friends
Try to trace what I kept chasing
Dozen shots and chasers too
The three people who love me well
I don’t think they’d approve
I’ve been away for months
With temptations given never paid for one
I should be pacing em
Blank and numb when I’m tipping my wrist
So forgiveness that’s what I’m banking on
Photos I don’t remember
Moments I can’t recall
Seems like it’s last September
But it’s already next fall
Drift in and out of the scene of the bar
Or the van, or the room
What I mean is I’m starving for
Truth getting harder to see
Any logic in making a martyr of me
Giving it all my all but all of
The sudden I’m starting to bawl
Barfing the contents of my heart
Out in a bathroom stall
Nobody loves me
Nobody calling my name at night
Nobody trusts me
Not dialing the cops when I say I might
And I’m likely somewhat skewed to the view
From the back of a DJ booth
In the back of a club in the back of my mind
This is the life I choose

I’m trying to get by
I’m trying to give up
I’m trying to get high, dude
I’m trying to let up
I’m trying to get buzzed
I’m trying to go by you
I’m trying to get paid
I’m trying to lose weight
I’m trying to get fucked up
Just wanted to say
I’m running real late, so don’t you wait up
So don’t you wait up for me

I know this won’t work out
I know that my future’s fucked
Nothing I’m sure about
Except for my stupid luck
Guess it’ll work for now
But baby I’m losing blood
And I’ll be the first to shout
I haven’t been true enough
On the counter got a PBR
Brain hit by a meteor
My whole life needs CPR
Never really gets easier
Commitments yeah I tossed a few
Ah in one of those moods
Both eyes on the good stuff
Want a pretty good buzz so
Take one of those too
Low down real depressed
Contemplate sending texts to a guy
Who I don’t even like
But this one time we had sex
So don’t go telling me I’m a shit
Show cause I already know that
Don’t say I should slow down
Tell me to think twice
Shit when I already hold back
All the flak I get, I deserve like half of it
Cut until it bleeds
Til I’m begging on my knees
So you call me a masochist
Well I call that day to day
Usual type business
Feeling lost and getting found
It’s not so different