Freaking Out - RFA

6:00 AM, you stumble your way back to bed

You won’t be awake until 2 in the afternoon

The headache you’re having screams of the evening before

And the stain on your shoes is just another sign of these blues

Oh these days come and these days go

But the suns not coming up

Spending all my money on drugs, booze and I’m running

From track to track to track

I drank my weight and made my way to some party

It’s easy to talk when you know that you’re not there

This girl I met, she told me she studied accounting

But, what happens next, hell I can’t remember the rest

Oh these days come and these days go

But the suns not coming up

Spending all my money on drugs, booze and I’m running

From track to track to track

I wish I could tell you something else pertaining to

The situation brought up ahead

Oh, but I’m to tired, I’m to stoned

I think I’m probably running low on gas

I’m freaking out!

Oh, I’m freaking out!

When summer comes this will all be a different story

When morning comes you gotta get up and do it again

Woah yeah

I wish I could tell you something else pertaining to

The situation brought up ahead

Oh, but I’m to tired, I’m to stoned

I think I’m probably running low on gas

Oh, I’m freaking out!

Oh, I’m freaking out!

Oh, I’m freaking out!

Oh, I’m freaking out!