There's too many lights For me to think clearly The people are fast but their Faces are all closed and twisted I haven't seen the Sun in about five hours I'm starting to get homesick From places I have never been
The drinks still taste the same and there's Never any new words to change my perspective I'm losing interest faster than I could care to mention I've had the same fucking night for the Last three weeks and I'm getting restless I guess you could say I'm getting tired
Wasted daylight hours Wasting twilight now
Irrespective of the quality of air And the thoughts that creep in past the second hour I wish that I could feel more grateful for this time But deep down I know
I've never felt so fucking alive
It's almost 6 o' clock And I don't feel alright I know I did it first That doesn't make it right And now it's in my head And there it will manifest Until there's nothing more than Broken skin and shallow breaths
No I don't feel fine But it's enough to get by Everything's according to plan