In The Morning Lyrics

In a letter I wrote to myself we live impractically

I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee

And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me

For money I'm not sure I want

That I'm not sure I need

And these nights are getting to me

Sleepless uncertainty

Of who I'm going home with

And where I'm gonna be

In the morning

In the morning

Bloody tissues bloody sinuses I'm wearing myself down

I'm living on my own now different streets and different towns

And my window sill is a lost and found

Full of hair ties and lost clothes

Whatever comes around

In a letter I wrote to myself

Full of advice that never helps

These nights are getting to me

Sleepless uncertainty

Of who I'm going home with

And where I'm gonna be

In the morning

In the morning

And by the afternoon I hate what's behind my eyes

And how I'm always running from something half my size

I let it get me every time

In a letter I wrote to myself we live impractically

I can barely keep my thoughts straight through this empty cup of coffee

And I'm working overtime but I'm not sure it's in me

For money I'm not sure I want