(5 6 7 8)
Cruel ways to tell me how
You've lost the lost and found
You've earned a learned sound
And I still haven't picked a seat to sit down in
I can't speak without screaming
I can't keep on staying in fear of sleeping
And I can cram a thousand times but it's still leaking out of me like dye
I'm all eyes
For the next half hour
I'm too silent for this long, hot shower
I'm too wide for the rip in the gate
I'll go home, I'll be late
One stone's throw away from a deadline
Hands on the staircase time
They let the girls inside
Our faces tell no lies
And we don't get a choice of chair to sit down
And I can't speak without screaming
I can't keep on staying in fear of sleeping
And I can cram a thousand times but it's still leaking out of me like dye
I'm all eyes
For the next half hour
I'm silent for this long, hot shower
I'm too wide for the rip in the gate
I'll go home, I'll be late
One stone's throw away from a deadline