Condition Baker - Sweet Nothings Lyrics

In the worst of ways
I find myself sitting in a daze of what has become of me
Goddamn what has become of me?
And I'll walk this off, shake the feeling of being lost
Of what to do and say
Goddamn this is too much for me
Maybe I'm just a memory that's too close for comfort
As I keep on searching for a place that we've got missing
What a peculiar way to find myself living in a haze
The pressure has reached its point
Hold me down at gunpoint
'Cause I'm walking away
Scratch ticket in my waist and my winnings are nothing
But these feelings got to mean something
Maybe I'm just a memory that's too close for comfort
As I keep on searching for a place that we've got missing
Yeah, we got missing
We got missing
We got missing