| I’m coming to the conclusion
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| I think I would rather be
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| Anyone else but me
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| This straightjacket chokes me up and digs in
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| This tightrope is swaying in the wind
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| And it’s a long way down
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| No way out of this alive
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| Oh it’s a long way down
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| When the tension gives out
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| 'Cause that’s when I snap
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| And that’s how I’m feeling now
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| Oh my head, tripped and fell too hard again
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| Lost myself, lost myself in the nervous wreck
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| I’m coming to the conclusion
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| I think I would rather be
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| Anyone else but me
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| This dissonance blurs the lines
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| And fucks with my symmetry
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| I’m one twisted butterfly
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| I will never be quite good enough
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| And I’m holding on so I don’t come undone
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| But I feel like giving up
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| Oh my head, tripped and fell too hard again
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| Lost myself, lost myself in the nervous wreck
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| I’m coming to the conclusion
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| I think I would rather be
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| Anyone else but me
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| All eyes on me
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| But that’s not reality
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| 'Cause my mind plays tricks on me
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| Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
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| Crawling up the walls
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| Caving as they’re caving in
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| Claustrophobic in my own skin
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| From holding it all in
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| Oh my head, tripped and fell too hard again
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| Lost myself, lost myself in the nervous wreck
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| I’m coming to the conclusion
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| I think I would rather be
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| Woah I, I think I’d rather be
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| Anyone else but me
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| Anyone else but me |