I don't give enough to take back what I own
My stories are told out of broken homes
I could be a bit better if I killed off this ghost
I'm alone
I bleed from the inside, and I won't tell anyone
I'm nowhere to find, but I couldn't care at all
I live like a ghost to keep me from talking
Do you notice where I'm at?
Cause I couldn't care at all
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to when nobody listens
And I'm just a liar who's tired of trying
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all
And I'm sick
I'm sick of waiting
And I'm sick
I'm sick of waiting
1 | How Does It Feel? |
2 | The Night I Drove Alone |
3 | The Summer |
4 | Sleep |
5 | Drown |
6 | There Is a Light That Never Goes Out |
7 | Roam The Room |
8 | Speaking With A Ghost |
9 | Numb Yourself |
10 | Cement |