Has it really been so long?
Have I changed, or am I just a better liar?
The shame is real. Don't say things you don't mean.
Time has not changed a single thing.
I want to rewrite these imperfect histories
With a better spin, so I come off human
But my head just repeats these old mistakes
I've tried so hard to deal with it
I get home and write off the day
Lie on my back and stare at the ceiling
I close my eyes but I can't sleep
Accept defeat and drink to drown this feeling
I sometimes think without flashbacks
I wouldn't have one memory to call my own
Loneliness as a way of life
You're walking home alone, it always takes so long
Why won't you just stop lying to me
My hatred of myself is starting to bleed out into the world
I get home and write off the day
Lie on my back and stare at the ceiling
I close my eyes but I can't sleep
Accept defeat and drink to drown this feeling
I get home and write off the day
Lie on my back and stare at the ceiling
I close my eyes but I can't sleep
Accept defeat and drink to drown this feeling
Going down
Going down
Going under and I'm going down
Going down
Going down
Going under and then I'm gone