Sick Crowd - Teddy Hyde

I’m unstable, I’m a mess

Are words that came to mind

I’m unable to regret

The words that came to life

It’s a game where we pretend

I never crossed the line

He’s a neighbor, she’s a friend

A perfect compromise

This town is running with a

Sick crowd, running with a

Sick crowd, running with a

Sick crowd

This town is running with a

Sick crowd, running from a

Thick cloud, running with a

Sick crowd

This town is begging for a

Dismount, from another

Big mouth

Sick crowd

She’s a victim, she’s a threat

A tightrope conga line

When you know that there’s a net

You might just fall to fly

I’m addicted, I’m obsessed

With making you complete

Nothing can hold me back

Except a lack of sleep

[Bridge}

I’ve been

Stuck in my ways (x8)