Letras: Juliana Hatfield. Bed. Running Out.

Everyone alive is a survivor
And everything's the matter
You're too young to die
In a double suicide
With the wrong guy

What of all the paths you tried to take?
To want too much way your mistake.

You're running out of reasons
You're running out of faith
And promises are nothing
They're broken as they're made.

You're running out of answers
Can't give you any more
You're running out of everything
You're running out the door.

It's not supposed to be like this
Can this be all there is?

You keep pushing your luck
Too stupid to give up
You dream bigger
You fall harder.

You think of things that should have never happened
You think of all the things that never will.

You're running out of reasons
You're running out of faith
And promises are nothing
They're broken as they're made.

You're running out of money
And you don't know how to say
"Can you help me? I'm drifting away."