Zero Hour

I-17

Parody of Gasoline by The Weeknd

It's 5am my time again
I'm on my way to work
Can't sleep

It's 5am my time again
The only place you'll see me speed

The temperature gets hotter
And I'm finding it so hard to breathe
(Breathe, breathe)

I whisper in your head again
I talk to girls that I can't see

It's 5am
I'm fine again
Somehow you know that I'm in pain

I've fallen to my vice again
I'm back to circling the drain

I'm staring in my eyes again
Is this the way the story ends?

They're telling me to rate the pain
I think I scored a perfect ten!

I love when I'm the one you need
But drop the lies just like a beat
I'm far too gone to feel so sweet
I know you got the same disease

If I die, hope it's in my sleep
Just pour my ashes on the street
They'll roll down I-17
I'll finally be free

It's 5am, my catalyst
I'm trying to get out of this
Fixated on the surfaces
Philosophies and hopelessness

The only things that work for me
Is attitude and optimists
Then demons circle 'round my head
And criticize the way I live!

So down and down and down and down we go
Is this all that life has planned for me?

But I love when I'm the one you need
But drop the lies just like a beat
I'm far too gone to feel so sweet
I know you got the same disease

If I die, hope it's in my sleep
Just pour my ashes on the street
They'll roll down I-17
I'll finally be free