Lyric Failure By Design
Watch you, on the one s and two s.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and your just trying to help.
And when I wake up, your the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I m so sore, my voice has gone to hell, and this is one more sleepless
night,
Because we don t believe in filler baby.
If I could I d sit this out.
(This is over when I say it s over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I m so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I got
to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder, I m another day late and
one year older.
it s failure by design.
And we just want sleep, but this night is hell.
I m sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and your
just trying to help.
I got no gas,I m winding out my gears.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts and my health is a joke.
And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke.
And we don t believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I d sit this out.
(This is over, when I say it s over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I m so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I
gotta race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
And I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I m another day late and one year older, it s failure by design.
I m out of everything.
No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves.
It s late, I m faltering.
but this time I got nothing to say besides...
DO DO DO, DO DO DO
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and your just trying to help.
And when I wake up, your the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I m so sore, my voice has gone to hell, and this is one more sleepless
night,
Because we don t believe in filler baby.
If I could I d sit this out.
(This is over when I say it s over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I m so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I got
to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder, I m another day late and
one year older.
it s failure by design.
And we just want sleep, but this night is hell.
I m sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and your
just trying to help.
I got no gas,I m winding out my gears.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts and my health is a joke.
And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke.
And we don t believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I d sit this out.
(This is over, when I say it s over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I m so frustrated.
And every single second that I put it off, means another lonely night I
gotta race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
And I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I m another day late and one year older, it s failure by design.
I m out of everything.
No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves.
It s late, I m faltering.
but this time I got nothing to say besides...
DO DO DO, DO DO DO
