I'll come down to get you high. And maybe sing you a lullaby. Sing you to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from. Sing you to coma so to speak. . When I fall down I'll fall apart.
I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days, you're out of my hair. It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear. Every night I drink myself to sleep.
I guess I'll always stop and see you. And we'll run into each other's lives. Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside. Every time it burns my eyes with tears.
This house is full of ears. But I can't talk to anyone. They've heard this one a thousand times. Most exciting thing I do. Hang half way out a third floor window.
The sunrise fills your eyes, cannot hear your cries. Pleading please just go away. I can't take another day of this. No surprise, a surplus of lies, freed from the skies.