I'm doing nothing and I don't know why
I know I've been here a thousand times
I don't know if I feel like laughing or crying
Or just staring at the ceiling
I have a window open, don't know why
It's hard to feel safe when it's cold outside
The records spin and I never leave
For fear of what waits outside
Are the lights supposed to flicker like this?
Can't spell the next word so I
Guess I'll leave it in the past
With all the other unknowns
Like growing and throwing rocks in my path
Constantly dealing with the aftermath
I don't have anything left to say
I don't have anything else to say
Safety is kind of a relative term
In all my days I've never learned
It can't have been that long. It seems
Like only yesterday I was staring at the
Ceiling again, and speaking aloud of the things
I'm scared of. I don't think you're
Being honest, no one's honest
It was never meant to be a constant
I was supposed to surpass it
But it passed me out
It went and passed me out
You all passed me out
I think you're projecting
Think you're protecting yourself
From something, we all fear something
You fear everything
I don't have anything left to say
I don't have anything else to say