| Now
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| Place my fear in a jar
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| That’s how the conversation starts
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| I hear you talk so smooth
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| I break my back over everything i do
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| I got so many faces I can be what you want
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| And I’m the only apparition with the stomach in knots
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| Changing into people that never tell me to stop
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| I’m terrified of sleeping so I’m always slipping into all my
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| Mean dreams, there’s an aching
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| Sew me up, it’s just my luck
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| I never, ever seem to be enough, no
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| Feel the sting
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| Caught in between
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| Nothing in your chest, doing your best
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| I never, ever seem to get any rest, no
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| Creep around the scene
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| I’m hanging portraits of beliefs
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| You are the only living soul who isn’t scared to death of me
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| Your boy’s outside and I guess that’s fine
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| But I bet he doesn’t understand your love of the night
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| Searching for the brave nocturnal slip
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| She’s a body in a cemetery full of dance hits
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| Oh, I can be what you want
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| And I’m the only apparition with the stomach in knots
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| Changing into people that never tell me to stop
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| I’m terrified of sleeping cause I’m always slipping into all my
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| Mean dreams, there’s an aching
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| Sew me up, it’s just my luck
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| I never, ever seem to be enough, no
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| Feel the sting caught in between
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| Nothing in your chest, doing your best
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| I never ever seem to get any rest
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| Superficial speaker
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| You were stuck in the teenage
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| And I am not the boy that comes in cool in the first place
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| I only think in poetry, none of it’s any good
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| Living in my prose and I keep it under the hood like oh
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| I’ve been schemin' low on the Plan B, yeah
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| You never understood what the words mean
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| Watching how you feel when the night comes
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| You think you know the deal just like everyone
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| Yeah I keep it imperfect on purpose
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| You think you comprehend when you’re scratching the surface
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| I’m holed up with anxiety, I’m only living outwardly
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| I have to keep on talking so I can find something worth it
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| Mean dreams, there’s an aching
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| Sew me up, it’s just my luck
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| I never, ever seem to be enough, no
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| Feel the sting caught in between
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| Nothing in your chest, doing your best
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| I never ever seem to get any rest
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| Mean dreams, there’s an aching
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| Sew me up, it’s just my luck
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| I never, ever seem to be enough, no
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| Feel the sting caught in between
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| Nothing in your chest, doing your best
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| I never ever seem to get any rest |