I'm not really doing well
Thank you for the letters and the flowers
They sit right here on the sill
But if I must say I've been waiting for a savior or a martyr
Maybe this will be the day I'll finally heal
I could've gotten more
I never tried before, but still
Could've gotten more than this
Then more that came before
I thought I wanted more
But still, is there something that I missed?
I'm sick, you're sick
Everybody knows it
I couldn't take it
I'm suffocating
How can I breathe with the grip you hold?
Oh, woah
And for what it's worth
I'm always waiting
There in the dark
In fear of waking up
(In fear of waking up)
Face it
Apathy and patience
Catch us in their weight
If you want a better placement
This is clearly baseless
Everybody's faceless
Scouring the dirt to find the words among the hatred
What's a better taste than the taste of retribution
Am I losing sleep at night, or is it just blatant confusion?
Choosing medicine that I don't have the slightest plan on using
Proving everything for nothing, it's a recipe for losing (Ah)
Truth is, proof is
Everybody's useless
I couldn't take it
I'm suffocating
How can I breathe with the grip you hold?
Oh, woah
And for what it's worth
I'm always waiting
There in the dark
In fear of waking up
(Waking up)
Beating my head against the wall again
Hoping any of the pressure sank in
Will I ever feel the rain again
If I've lost every nerve in my skin?
I couldn't take it
I'm suffocating
How can I breathe with the grip you hold?
Oh, woah
And for what it's worth
I'm always waiting
There in the dark
In fear of waking up
(In fear of waking up)
