I spend my weekends cutting ties
With people I once knew
With people that I like.
But I can't let go.
Cause I need to know...
If tonight, we'll fly.
I stay locked up in my room late at night
Fighting with the monsters
That keep me satisfied.
And it's strange, I suppose.
It feels impossible.
(Instrumental)
I paint pictures on the inside of my mind.
Like a news strip from my bed post
Or a priest with devil eyes.
And it's hard to see
If you're not me.
(Instrumental)
(Fade Out)

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