Fidlar Sad Face Untitled Lyrics

I caught you sleepin' on a sunset bench
you know the one that kinda looks like shit
broken fingers and a bloody chest
I don't think you'll remember this
and then I saw you on the boulevard
tryna sell me someone's credit card
hangin' out with the avenues
comin' down with nothin' to use
and I know, you're getting cold
and I know, you're getting cold
quick stop at the liquor store
you buy a beer and I'll get 30 more
and yes sir, I'm really 24
fuck that lets just run for the door
passed out and you're seein' stars
waking up in someone else's car
face down in the spirit ditch
you broke your neck but you legs still twitch
and I know, you're getting cold
and I know, you're getting cold