Obits — New August lyrics

Lyrics

Morning is coming
Why can’t you come straight to me
If all of this means nothing
If I have no memory
Of all the things I used to do
Don’t look like they’re dead before
Self, medication
Don’t seem to improve my station, now
So tired
Tired of my dreams
So tired
Tired of my dreams
So tired
Tired of my dreams
So tired
Tired of my dreams
They keep me up
All night
All night
All night
All night
Yeah