It's

get-

ting

late,

I

should

go

to

bed

I

ne-

ver

felt

a-

ny

e-

xis-

ten-

tial

dread

I

can't

spend

to-

day

in

my

bed

There's

no

one

at

home,

no

texts

to

be

read

I

hope

at

the

end

of

your

set

All

my

friends

stay,

no

one's

up-

set

I

hope

we

all

dance,

we

all

break

a

sweat

I

find

a

work-

ing

out-

ing

of

And

it

tears

me

to

pie-

ces

Is

it

your

mom

you

were

think-

ing

of?

A

whole

ar-

my,

small

but

not

giv-

ing

in

I'm

feel-

ing

sa-

fer

than

I

knew

I

could

be

With

your

arms

drag-

ging

me

in-

to

the

sea

I'm

feel-

ing

sa-

fer

than

I

knew

I

could

be

With

your

arms

drag-

ging

me

in-

to

the

sea

It's

get-

ting

late,

I

should

go

to

bed

It's

get-

ting

late,

I

should

go

to

bed

It's

get-

ting

late,

I

should

go

to

bed