Lyrics
I'mtearingapartattheseams
Stilltryingtomendtheseholesinmyjeans
LeavingmyskintostainasIbleed
Giveup,disintegrate,secede.
Tossandturninthisconcretebed
AndinthemorningI'lltryagain
Prayforsomethingtoeasemydread
Endupwithtremblinglimbsinsteadandthisfeelsendless
Asifthere'snotasolaceintheworldthatcanmendthis
Everythingwillrepeatintheend,
it'snotamatterof"if"it's"when"this
It'shappenedbefore,it'llhappenagain
ItcomesinwavesandI'mpulledbelow
It'snotsubjective,it'sclinical
Drownmyselfintheundertowofallmyimbalancedchemicals
Andthecyclecomesfullcircleagain
Sobacktotheneedleandthethread
I'vehadenoughofthisbloodI'vebled
Iwanttobreathelifeinmylungsagain
Clearthefogthat*****myhead
Withoutastruggle,therecan'tbeprogress
(Eventhoughtheweightiscrushingme)Withouta
struggle,therecan'tbeprogress(Aimtokill,fightdefeat)
Untilitcomesaroundagain
ItcomesinwavesandI'mpulledbelow
It'snotsubjective,it'sclinical
Drownmyselfintheundertowofallmyimbalancedchemicals
Andthecyclecomesfullcircleagain
CauseI'vehaddaysthatIsworewouldbemylast
Andspentmonthswalkingonthisbrokenglass
JusttotiptoetowardsthethoughtthatmaybesomedayI'dgetback
towhoIusedtobe,
theoneIusedtoseeinthemirror,insteadofthismisery
Andtoridmyselfofthecloudthatwould
raindownandcausemetoslipbackintomyapathy
ButIknoweventually
I'mgonnacomearoundandmaybeitwon'tbeeasy,
butitwillbeworthit,andtheresultswillbeprofound
Becauseinsteadoffeelingcornered,
thecornersofmymouthwillstartto
pointupinsteadofbeinganchoreddown
Stilltryingtomendtheseholesinmyjeans
LeavingmyskintostainasIbleed
Giveup,disintegrate,secede.
Tossandturninthisconcretebed
AndinthemorningI'lltryagain
Prayforsomethingtoeasemydread
Endupwithtremblinglimbsinsteadandthisfeelsendless
Asifthere'snotasolaceintheworldthatcanmendthis
Everythingwillrepeatintheend,
it'snotamatterof"if"it's"when"this
It'shappenedbefore,it'llhappenagain
ItcomesinwavesandI'mpulledbelow
It'snotsubjective,it'sclinical
Drownmyselfintheundertowofallmyimbalancedchemicals
Andthecyclecomesfullcircleagain
Sobacktotheneedleandthethread
I'vehadenoughofthisbloodI'vebled
Iwanttobreathelifeinmylungsagain
Clearthefogthat*****myhead
Withoutastruggle,therecan'tbeprogress
(Eventhoughtheweightiscrushingme)Withouta
struggle,therecan'tbeprogress(Aimtokill,fightdefeat)
Untilitcomesaroundagain
ItcomesinwavesandI'mpulledbelow
It'snotsubjective,it'sclinical
Drownmyselfintheundertowofallmyimbalancedchemicals
Andthecyclecomesfullcircleagain
CauseI'vehaddaysthatIsworewouldbemylast
Andspentmonthswalkingonthisbrokenglass
JusttotiptoetowardsthethoughtthatmaybesomedayI'dgetback
towhoIusedtobe,
theoneIusedtoseeinthemirror,insteadofthismisery
Andtoridmyselfofthecloudthatwould
raindownandcausemetoslipbackintomyapathy
ButIknoweventually
I'mgonnacomearoundandmaybeitwon'tbeeasy,
butitwillbeworthit,andtheresultswillbeprofound
Becauseinsteadoffeelingcornered,
thecornersofmymouthwillstartto
pointupinsteadofbeinganchoreddown