| Lately i can’t even sit straight
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| My eyes as dilated as can be
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| This person in the mirror isn’t me
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| How can I tell you
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| All the things that make me go insane
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| While your egos standing in the way
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| All the smoke green as a gecko
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| I hear your voice echo
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| To static, no shock though
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| Visions in my head are total mayhem
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| I don’t wanna face em so I push em down and let em fade
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| You just want to be viral, at least take the high road
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| Admit that you don’t care
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| We’re beginning to spiral
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| Way outta bounds
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| In my dreams just like 'whoa there'
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| I’m at peace in denial but grief isn’t idle it hits out of nowhere
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| Didn’t think you would go there
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| Betrayed and invaded; |
| inflated yourself
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| Now look back in regret
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| As you slowly descend
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| The water’s surrounding me now
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| It’s dark at the bottom
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| I can’t find a way out
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| I hold my breath but it’s meaningless
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| Counting em down
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| Every seconds an hour
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| I savor the sound
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| Of sirens above
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| Feels like I’m cursed inside
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| I’ll never find the words to burn these ties
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| I blurred these lines between real life and paranormal |
| Paranoid of each shadow on the ground
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| Realized as the windows caved in
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| I kept my faith
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| I only leave the house at midnight
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| Walk a couple miles down the road
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| The cemetery lights emit a glow
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| That doesn’t fit right
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| The summer air’s unnaturally cold
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| I swore I saw the shadow of a ghost
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| Visions in my head are total mayhem
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| I don’t want to see em
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| So I push them down and let em fade
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| I pull up at the door, 7am
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| Tylenol PM
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| So I’m sleeping silent through the day
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| Then repeat the cycle
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| At least take the high road
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| Admit that you don’t care
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| I’m at peace in denial
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| But grief isn’t idle
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| It hits out of nowhere
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| I wake up at 11 on a mission
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| Try to put an end to this condition
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| Voices in my head won’t even listen
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| High beams on the river seem to glisten
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| As they crash through the guard rails and slowly descend
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| The water’s surrounding me now
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| It’s dark at the bottom
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| I can’t find a way out
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| I hold my breath but it’s meaningless
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| Counting em down
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| Every seconds an hour
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| I savor the sound
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| Of sirens above
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| Feels like I’m cursed inside |
| I’ll never find the words to burn these ties
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| I blurred these lines between real life and paranormal
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| Paranoid of each shadow on the ground
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| Realized as the windows caved in
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| I kept my faith in
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| The doubts in which I drowned
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| The doubts in which I drowned |