you sleep with your eyes open
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
tell me how you really feel
you know i never grip the steering wheel
i don't really understand how it works
it's cold in the wintertime
when you're not such a bummer
you sleep with your eyes open
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns