drank myself into an idiot all through the night Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right I made a space for you inside my soul And let my feelings
name is no concern The room is filled with superficial voices As the smoke clears I can see one hundred little lies Racing to the finish for a consolation
hate) Building our castles for the future (A trojan horse is at the gate) Built by the enemy that we made It's false sincerity, we hear celebrities "Buy a
The door is open waiting to be closed And it's warm in this little room But December is so cold Waking to a nightmare Passing out and hoping for a dream
absurd Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live Without feeling everybody's sorrow I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts To feel
everyone is singing it and waiting for the applause They don't think about you when the payments keep on coming But only to use you for a way To make
: And so much can change in a second when everybody's hiding the truth An eternal quest for some happiness is there anything we won't screw? Like a
: Nobody is talking about the hazy sky "Have the mountains gotten smaller? Or is the water getting high?" There's a light up on the hill, illuminating
call you or just stare in space again there's always a beginning on your end somebody get me off this slow descent parade the differences a hundred miles but a
: I hope someday that we can sit and talk above the surface For now I'm drowning in a sea of you The irony of alcohol and this conversation piece Is
we hate) Building our castles for the future (A trojan horse is at the gate) Built by the enemy that we made It's false sincerity, we hear celebrities "Buy a
not much left to say Just wait for everyone to nod their head then you nod yours What difference will that make? Falling backwards like a domino to a
And so much can change in a second when everybody's hiding the truth An eternal quest for some happiness is there anything we won't screw? Like a loaded
Now everyone is singing it and waiting for the applause They don't think about you when the payments keep on coming But only to use you for a way To
to live out on the road In the next five years I'm going to guess The less we see the beauty, the more we see this mess In your room you see a painting