It's not the end of road for either you and I.
In the end we tend to think of how it began. I could never explain the picture it painted, and how it made me feel.. now the ceiling is in motion, the light centered and overlooked. You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I.
Such a quiet evaporation.
We're nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive, I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eyes. Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before? What a feeble attempt just to feel alive. This is for you and your hopeless case. You never would leave me in your wish to fail every time.
Every time I try.
So talk about it, at least it makes you feel something inside. Who have I become? Oh God, everything all around me is crumbling at my.. feet. I stare so delicate and ashamed, at the shelf I've shed myself from In the eyes of my ghost, there's nothing left for me here. I'm grabbing on to what's left of this hole.
It's all too real this can't be happening.
Never again, ever again, will I say I'm OK. I'm.. scared of the fate that will become mine.
It's so funny how we see things so clear when we have no time left to live.
So lay back now and take it is. I won't say a word. I won't say anything either. I can't believe how it feels to stand here in this room and feel like it's going to blow.
I think we're all going to blow, aren't we?
I've got to be dreaming and we've got to be dreaming. Please don't wake me up! This is the end.
Just like a sweet smile within the lie.
