Shut up; you don't have to say anything. It was my fault, my fault all along. I dig in my heels and I can't let it go. I just feel like this city's not my home.
My heart is a cage. And my bones feel so strange.
Do I have to break down to break through? Get lost to get where I need to. Is this really what I agreed to? Right now, nothing's clear. And I just know I don't want to be here. And I just know I don't want to be here.
I said: I'm staring at you. Well now, you know how I feel. Shaking, I'm shaking like salt. If I'm stable as a stick. I'll die now I might. I'm sorry if I sometimes go off. The streets are quicksand. I would stay, but I can't.
Do I have to break down to break through? Get lost to get where I need to. Is this really what I agreed to? Right now, nothing's clear. And I just know I don't want to be here.
[vocalizing]
I'll come back; I will return. A better firend, no tremors. No tidalwaves, then...
Do I have to break down to break through? Get lost to get where I need to. Is this really what I agreed to? Right now, nothing's clear. And I just know I don't want to be here.
Do I have to break down to break through? Get lost to get where I need to. Is this really what I agreed to? Right now, nothing's clear. And I just know I don't want to be here. And I just know I don't want to be here.