I woke up from a coma the other day
Can someone please tell me how long I've been out
Was it a year or a month or a minute that I slipped away
It seems I might have left my memory on Cloud Nine
I've got bruising on my insides
I'm pulling shards of glass from my chest
How am I alive
Wish that I could remember
Wish that I could forget her
Wandering the streets in search of a friend
I just can't fathom why I woke up alone
Perhaps when they heard that I was on the mend
They decided a girl in a coma's no use to them at all
I've got bruising on my insides
I'm pulling shards of glass from my chest
How am I alive
Wish that I could remember
Wish that I could forget her
Tell your sob stories to another girl
Make me out to be whatever will win her over
I'm still choking on your dust
You still think you know what love is
I've got bruising on my insides
I'm pulling shards of glass from my chest
How am I alive
Wish that I could remember
Wish that I could remember
I took a step into the sunlight
F*ck your daydreams
My future is here
I'm moving on with my life
Call me when you remember
Call me when you forget her
Slash
Doing heroin with sewing needles
Getting high on Cuban cigars
How the hell did I get here
I don't know who half of these people are
Let's live out our favorite movie
We can put all our favorite parts on repeat
Now wouldn't that be sweet
Turn off your television
Grace your eyes with something real
Like that polaroid picture of the night a thunderstorm shook our bunk beds
Try to reconsider every fleeting thought you've ever had of me
Now, what do you think
Well isn't it obvious
Ironical
Unfortunate and cruel
Isn't it funny how the people you don't care about in school can become your world
In just a matter of minutes
Or how you hardly notice the difference
Living in faded instagram filters
Trying to pass it off as real
This is the age of robots but I yearn for something to feel
Let's go back to that morning
I left my banana peel on the asphalt
Then swore it wasn't my fault if the crowd went down
Down, spiraling down
How did I get here
How did it start
I don't know who these people are
Downstairs, you looked at me
Told me I was beautiful
You told me that I couldn't have you
Told me we were different souls
I threw out that polaroid picture of the night a thunderstorm shook our bunk beds
And it hasn't bothered me yet
Well isn't it obvious
Ironical
Unfortunate and cruel
Isn't it funny how the people you don't care about in school can become your world
In just a matter of minutes
Or how you hardly notice the difference