Must be something in the water,
Something deep.
Voices getting softer
But it's a dream.
I thought that I was getting better,
Lost my selfish-esteem.
I'm better for you,
But worse for me.
It's the time,
That passes by and I'm
Last in line.
The doors are closing endlessly,
But I feel fine
Is always easier to say than
These drugs.
They separate me from my mind.
And I can't remember the last time that I cried.
These drugs.
They separate me from my mind.
And I can't remember the last time that I cried.
It's this pale saturation that I hate the most.
Hesitate to change the station, I up the dose.
Now I pray for highs and lows, oh.
Comatose.
Scratch the plastic in my throat.
Cut some ties.
I clip the wings just to watch the
Years pass by.
The stitches plucked from all the seams,
But I feel fine
Is always easier to say than
These drugs.
They separate me from my mind.
And I can't remember the last time that I cried.
These drugs.
They separate me from my mind.
And I can't remember the last time that I cried.
Watch the TV static,
Just to hear the waves.
The constant panic makes me feel awake.
I feel fine
Is easier than saying
These drugs.
They separate me from my mind.
And I can't remember the last time that I cried.
When you ask me, I tell you I'm fine.
But I can't remember the
Last
Time
That
I
Cried.
