Lyrics Lucid - Mortality Rate

Lucid

My back against the floor boards
I feel a cold breeze
The wind blows through the window
Moving through the curtains like you move through me
Sketching my portrait into the walls
On that summer’s eve
The sky is quiet, I meet your eyes
Clench my fists‚ swallow my pride
Reach out a hand only to receive
A diagram carefully tracing 24 years taken out of me
Every body leaves‚ everything dies
All I fucking do is cry
The air is still‚ the night is dead
I dismantle myself to put you back together
You can’t expect to stay dry in this type of weather
I open the window, and turn to the road
All I see is ashes, bloodshed and bones
I’m only holding on because I refuse to let go
All I have is myself‚ and I’m in the worst company
Help me forget me (x3)
Help me, help me