8 AM I'm still in bed
Birds are nesting on my head
Is that them or is it me?
Take a look in the mirror to see It's just my mangled mess of hair Seems more vanished into thin air Well, I guess that that's the toll
To pay the piper for getting old
8 AM I'm punching in
To the same old day again
Thought Groundhog Day already passed But February came right on back
Seems the axis is spinning fast
Because this year's shorter than the last Well, I guess that that's the grind
Watching days and months roll by
8 AM and I'm depressed
Full of stimulants and stress
Life a race seems I'm in fifth Thought I'd be first at 26 Nashville nothing ain't got the ring That it had at 17
Well, I guess they call that doubt Maybe I'm just burning out
8 AM and all I see
Is time and space towering over me Close my eyes and take a breath Most things are better left unsaid
I'll just pour myself another glass Raise a cheers to another lap
But I guess that's the end
Sam Johnston - 8 AM Lyrics
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8 AM I'm still in bed
Birds are nesting on my head
Is that them or is it me?
Take a look in the mirror to see It's just my mangled mess of hair Seems more vanished into thin air Well, I guess that that's the toll
To pay the piper for getting old
8 AM I'm punching in
To the same old day again
Thought Groundhog Day already passed But February came right on back
Seems the axis is spinning fast
Because this year's shorter than the last Well, I guess that that's the grind
Watching days and months roll by
8 AM and I'm depressed
Full of stimulants and stress
Life a race seems I'm in fifth Thought I'd be first at 26 Nashville nothing ain't got the ring That it had at 17
Well, I guess they call that doubt Maybe I'm just burning out
8 AM and all I see
Is time and space towering over me Close my eyes and take a breath Most things are better left unsaid
I'll just pour myself another glass Raise a cheers to another lap
But I guess that's the end
Birds are nesting on my head
Is that them or is it me?
Take a look in the mirror to see It's just my mangled mess of hair Seems more vanished into thin air Well, I guess that that's the toll
To pay the piper for getting old
8 AM I'm punching in
To the same old day again
Thought Groundhog Day already passed But February came right on back
Seems the axis is spinning fast
Because this year's shorter than the last Well, I guess that that's the grind
Watching days and months roll by
8 AM and I'm depressed
Full of stimulants and stress
Life a race seems I'm in fifth Thought I'd be first at 26 Nashville nothing ain't got the ring That it had at 17
Well, I guess they call that doubt Maybe I'm just burning out
8 AM and all I see
Is time and space towering over me Close my eyes and take a breath Most things are better left unsaid
I'll just pour myself another glass Raise a cheers to another lap
But I guess that's the end
Writer: Blake Ruby, Sam Johnston
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC