Staring at the ceiling wishing I was feeling fine
Lay awake at night and listen to the oscillating blades
As they drown out all the thoughts I'll never hear that well
'Cuz my brain got scrambled up with all the time I spent in space
This was my idea and I don't know why I did it
Now I don't know what to tell you 'cuz I don't know when to quit it
We're lonely, that's too bad
This was my idea and I don't know why I did it
Now I don't know what to tell you 'cuz I don't know when to quit it
I thought you could see that
It's too bad
I'm sad
I feel emptiness again
I thought I could do that
So when I raised this
Empty cup to your spaceship lips
I told you it would taste bad
I hope you know
That seafoam sleet streaked window
Won't cut it for good
Wish you would
Take the sleeve of your t-shirt and absorb some dirt
'Cuz you're not so bad
But you insist on struggling
It's a verse that you've rehearsed
A precursor
Chains on your wrist
But the keys still on your person
I'm much the same
My brain can make me feel so f*cked
But no matter how far in the dark
If you show me some progress
I'd open my arms but
I won't just watch you dissolve as you sprinkle salt
Squalor eyes catch the curtain view
Without seeing the light
They're daydreaming about something
A call declined from a private line
As our sweat turned these sheets into cesspools
Our mouths explode into a thick red ooze
We got a whole lot of nothing
Got a whole lot of nothing going on
So I'll keep scraping the bottom
To put it on