You're always talking about some nonsense
In the past tense
Like it matters something to me
And I don't want to see the wreckage
in the off chance
That you get in the way of my dream
But there you go and here I am
I don't want to get in the way of your plans
So here I go, it's all the same
I guess I'm holding on to the weight
And this is how it used to be
The way you always used to look at me
Now I'm stranded in the phrases
"Dead and gone" "I wanna go home"
You always try to make a mess of me,
But I won't let you make a wreck of me
All of your thoughts and your praises
Dead and gone
It's dead and gone.
It's 3 am again
I'm losing sight of the back of my eyelids
At the suns rise again for the thirteenth night in a row
But there you go and here I am
I don't even know if I still have a plan
So here I go, it's all the same
I guess I'm holding on to the weight
And this is how it used to be
The way you always used to look at me
Now I'm stranded in the phrases
"Dead and gone" "I wanna go home"
You always try to make a mess of me,
But I won't let you make a wreck of me
All of your thoughts and your praises
Dead and gone
It's dead and gone.
And this is how it used to be
The way you always used to look at me
All your thoughts and your praises
Dead and gone