Benzo

Four in the morning, I'm facing, wasted Wish I wasn't intoxicated Feeling like this, I know you hate it I know you hate it But you don't see all that I saw Now I want more Now I'm walking twenty miles home Wish my mom would just pick up the phone Talk about me like they really know But it's alright, I'll do this shit alone So talk to me Just say you want this, honestly 'Cause I can feel it crumbling You're off benzodiazepines You're never coming home (Home) (Home) (Home) Oh, how long I'll wait Just to get through to you I won't make you stay I hope I can talk to you See, it's not the same when you're coming from both sides I look at myself, and I'm wondering why I, I I'm so cold now And I I know what I found So talk to me Just say you want this, honestly 'Cause I can feel it crumbling You're off benzodiazapines You're never coming home (Home) (Home) (Home)