Quiet like an elevator, even the walls are scared. I'm dependent on a generator, just to breathe in air. Medication, medication, signatures and stares.
Days, you always want to tell me lies. You try to sell me to the stars at night. You think I'm too uptight. Love, you call me on the phone, alone. You wish that I could stay, speaking pain in codes.
Want to take a chance, want to wait. But it burns cut me what you want. But give me just a little more. I already know how it's going to feel to let you go.