Paroles: UnderOath. I Don't Feel Very Respective Today.

This door has been shut for days
And it's all too familiar
Can I just crack a window
Can I just shake it off?

I'm sure I've tasted this before,before,before
I'm sure I've tasted this before

Everything is out of reach
And I just want to see outside
The air has been getting thin

I feel like cutting it open tonight
And falling on the floor

There's nothing left unused in here

There's nothing left to say

I haven't talked in days
and I'm really not too sure
What I sound like anymore
My vision has gone and my mouth is full of sores

I feel like dripping it dry tonight
Over and over again
It's time to open up the door