The phone doesn't ring like it did One too many days spent off the grid If that's even possible When the hours get late I'll trade In my new life for a brand new escape I know it sounds so typical
Listen closely as I walk through the halls I know what I heard Pick up the first piece of metal I can find and walk to the front door and wait Wait for nothing to become something Wait for nothing to disappear This place doesn't feel like it did
You slipped and slid across the floor Like you weren't ever really there When the hours get late I'll trade in my illness Just to conversate, if not I'm Fucking out of here Watching closely as I walk through the halls I know what I saw
Pick up the first piece of metal I can find and walk to the back door and wait I know what I saw I know what I heard I know what I felt And I know what I burned
