Deadlines - Sainthood Reps

Get me away, I’m feeling destructive

A mistake is the only thing I made

I think I’m spent here and I’m distressed

I just wanna go back to bed

Don’t wanna see my wife

All dressed in black in the corner

Holding her son close to her heart

I can’t stand to see her with another man

Madeline I’m not yours anymore

Single file blinking lights for miles & miles

Reasons not explained, passenger unknown

Never felt the warmth of the soaking sun

Never could find her way back home

I’m sick to death of deadlines

I can’t believe I’m still here