Like a bug lying on its back. Turning the screw. See your life through a dirty glass. What did you do with it?. . Nervous system. On my mind. Nervous system.
I fell into a hole. I fell into a hole. You don't need me. You don't need me. I should be leaving. And I think I'm stuck. . Always peeling my feet off the ground.
It's such a shame. Broken speakers at your finger tips. Caught in the rain. There's no easy fix. Still holding on. Caught you staring at your feet again.
I'm not in love with who I am. Just barely holding on to anything I can. Doesn't even matter if it's real. I'm sick of feeling sick. I've got my eyes peeled.