Nothings as it seems
This fevers killing me
And the pounding in my head
Has forgotten how to speak
And I think I miss my bed
Again, again
My lungs heat up my chest
And my rights burned what was left
In the backseat of my car
Considerers me a guest
And I think I miss my bed
Again, again
This place feels so empty
Im thinking it should be
Like the pages in my book
Are ripping at the seems
And I think i'm missing me
Again, again
Again, again