Noble Son - Slim to None Lyrics

Come, God, I'm not feeling my best
Take me, take me home to undress
And dear, Lord
Save the panic attacks
I could, I could use a night to relax
What might be the chances of that?
Slim to none
Slim to none
The internet's boring
And joy has become
Slim to None
Oh, God, I've been losing my thoughts
Makes me, makes me scared just to talk
And dear, lord
Save the seasonal dread
I could, I could use a night to pretend
What might be the chances you bend
Slim to none
Slim to none
The internet's boring
And joy has become
Slim to None
Dear, friends, I'm a massive charade
I've been, I've been trying to give it a break
But, ah hell
I'm so fall from altru
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
What's a lonelysome creature expected to do
Slim to none