I can't stand the sight of myself anymore but when I stop thinking about these things I've done, I realize I've made it away, I made it so far away.
All I hear is the movement inside of my head to the sound of your open heart and an open mind, if I could find a shred of hope that's left in these bones, well I'd trade that for anything.
I wish I cared who's watching, it doesn't matter what I want, you know I'm never right. I hope this spirit's watching over me tonight because I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself.
So when the roof caves and I get sucked up into space, I'll be better off, you'll be better off without me.
All I hear is the movement inside of my head to the sound of your open heart and an open mind, if I could find a shred of hope that's left in these bones, well I'd trade that for anything.
When can I be all that you want? Because you're all I've got. So try and stop me from digging my grave before I hit the bottom.