| I’m always sick I know they’ll never find a cure
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| The stomach bile’s just the promise of a future cancer
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| Ill choke the acid back and just get by
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| And I’ll avoid thinking about how soon I’m gonna die
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| But if they had a remedy if they somehow find a way
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| To end this anxious nausea or just keep it at bay
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| When they’d peer in my insides I know just what they’ll say
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| It’s Neon Gray
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| I’ll die alone I know that there’s no fucking doubt
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| I know I’ll never find someone who gets what I’m about
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| I’ve tried but it’s the same all in the end
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| They want to take so much I know I can never let them in
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| And if I can find someone who can take my nervous hand
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| Calm my bastard temper and maybe somehow understand
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| When she’d look into my eyes, she’d see in my dull gaze
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| It’s Neon Gray
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| Neon Gray, Neon Gray — you’re a broken human being
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| You’re a thing you shouldn’t say
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| The medication wears off by the darkening of the day
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| Every day that you breathe air it’s Neon Gray
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| I’ve thought about ending it all so many times
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| Spinning awake each night I plan it all out in my mind
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| I’ve fantasized about how the hell and when
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| But I can never do it no matter how much I intend
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| The same thing that drives me to utter misery
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| It won’t let me end my life, no, not so easily
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| The fear of the unknown will drag me to my end of days
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| It’s Neon Gray |