كلمات Tired

Sunday night But I'm not even sad for the Monday to come All the nights are coffee nights but I dosed off while I wrote out this song There's no way I'll stay awake And yet I always make a way I hope this brain behaves And keep my mind at bay I'm tired Bloodshot eyes in the dark Is this even worth it I don't know I'm tired Wish I could go back in time To when I was a baby Tired Bloodshot eyes in the dark Is this even worth it I don't know I'm tired Wish I could go back in time To when I was a baby Bedside lamps Are always on boy I love the dimmed out Mood in the dark The Sun is gone That's when I pull out my memory book of love And go fly (Ooh let's go for a ride) Gotta gotta go back to work Gotta gotta go back to work Gotta gotta go back to work Gotta gotta go back to work Or back to when I was a baby (Oooh yeah to when I was a baby yeah)