S P A C E

Why am I so compulsive?
I wanna crawl out of my skin
Goddamn, I'm so repressed and
Still learning how to live
My screams and my dreams are met with silence
As I stare into the black mirror
With the chest made of glass
Hoping that someone will notice
Give me space
Give me space
Give me space
Give me space
When you're covered in mud
And soaking wet
Just close your eyes and
Remember your breath
Our dreams and our screams are met with silence
As we stare into the black mirror
With the chest made of glass
Hoping that someone will notice
I'll give you space
Give you space
Give you space
Give you space
Give you space
Give you space
Give you space
I'll give you space, give you space