I need a spot of sunlight
To get a- away from life
I need a spot of sunlight
I know that I can't escape the pain it's alright
So I'll just light another flame on the side
So I can change and turn the verse
I guess my confidence a curse
I hate myself again
Fried out of my mind get it over easy
True story I run see me on the TV
In a month I'll be out of the rut
Rust covered and lust filled
Calling your bluff
I think I know how to solve it
I found my head in a pulpit
A way to let go
I found a way to absolve it
Now every time I look back
I'm seeing your ghost
And you're the talk of the town in my mind
When you look my way
You split my taste in the mood
And when I take it the conflict rise
I'll just fake my life
Fore I lose my faith in the ruse
I need a spot of sunlight
I know that I can't escape the pain it's alright
So I'll just light another flame on the side
So I can change and turn the verse
I guess my confidence a curse
I hate myself again
Lost without a way to find your conscience
You been in the dark for quite a while so what's the option
Proving that the mark you made on me lead me to coffins
Hurdles and the tribulations got me feeling nauseous
You and I are out of luck we're at a standstill
Guess I'm a diamond in the rough whenever going gets to tough
Cause I just roll with the punches, throw a stone in a bucket
No my tone isn't fine but I just won't get to bluffing
I guess I'm a dope fiend and I'm waiting for nothing
I got no self esteem when I'm calling you lovely
You need a hotel somewhere else combing the cusp
It wasn't noble when you're fucking causing a ruckus
Cause if it's better than me
I'll sever tether to breathe
New sweater, trendsetter
Back on to the leash
I need a spot of sunlight
To get a- away from life
I need a spot of sunlight
I know that I can't escape the pain it's alright
So I'll just light another flame on the side
So I can change and turn the verse
I guess my confidence a curse
I hate myself again
Lost without a way to find your conscience
You been in the dark for quite a while so what's the option
Proving that the mark you made on me lead me to coffins
Hurdles and the tribulations got me feeling nauseous
I think I know how to solve it
I found my head in a pulpit
A way to let go
I found a way to absolve it
Now every time I look back
I'm seeing your ghost