Standing right in front of me
And I can't see this
Did I become an open book
What are you seeing
I turn it on and off again
Do we, Do what suits us at the end
Looking up into the sun, can you see me
The future at our present pace
Until we're bleeding
Do you know where you belong
With all these things you've put upon yourself
And I can't stand the pain in the moment
It hurts me all the same
And do you know it
You turn it off and on again
We do the same things over and over and over again