I've had enough of bullshit sorrow
I'm leaving to where you can't follow
I'd rather be out there on my own
Then stuck surrounded here and alone

Get get get get get out of my head
Take ‘til it's fed

Could I rip them out, the thoughts the fly about
The shell I made around me starts with the teeth rotting out

I don't remember my last good day
Is that why you are staring at me
But I can hide my cracks and bruises
Which makes your backwards speech numb useless

I've seen fire I've seen flames
I watched our house of sand we built blow away
I've seen gray I've seen blue
But I never have seen you