There's a lump at the back of my throat And my vision is blurry from staring too long At this box that reflects all my fears It tells me the things it thinks I want to hear I'm just looking for silence, my dear Cause I'm all out of sync And I'm sick of my phone Telling me what to think Oh, I just wanna go home But I can't remember the way Back to you There's a thought at the back of my head Where I used to sit quiet at the end of the bed With nothing before me but space Seems foreign to me now as my heart starts to race And I reach for that blue light escape And I reach for that blue light escape Cause I'm all out of sync And I'm sick of my phone Telling me what to think Oh, I just wanna go home But I can't remember the way Back to you