I wasted time and I won't ever get it back.
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
Cold, I feel so cold.
Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor.
Left with no air in my chest,
With nothing to keep all my blood pumping
Throughout my veins anymore.
I wasted time and I won't ever get it back.
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
To The Bottom Video (MV)
Turnover - To The Bottom Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I wasted time and I won't ever get it back.
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
Cold, I feel so cold.
Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor.
Left with no air in my chest,
With nothing to keep all my blood pumping
Throughout my veins anymore.
I wasted time and I won't ever get it back.
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
Cold, I feel so cold.
Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor.
Left with no air in my chest,
With nothing to keep all my blood pumping
Throughout my veins anymore.
I wasted time and I won't ever get it back.
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted,
But I know that I can't.
And I keep turning it over and over,
Again and again now in my head.
I feel a sense of remorse,
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
Writer: Austin Getz, Casey Getz, Daniel Dempsey, Kyle Kojan
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.