Staring at the bottom of a bottle again
Lonely is a term I've come to defend
I've got friends but they can't hear me
Scream through this glass and I'm
Stuck in my mind on a carousel
Watching my life from an empty cell
Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go
I'm running out of gas for the end of the road
It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door
I'm in the throes of fighting harder than
I ever have before
Losing this sleep keeps wearing me down
Fighting for air and I've already drown
It's someone calling out to me
And I'm lost in a moving crowd
Stuck in my mind on a carousel
Trying to find luck in a wishing well
Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go
I'm running out of gas for the end of the road
It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door
I'm in the throes of fighting harder than
I ever have before
This ain't a call for help
I ain't breaking down
But sometimes I feel like burning down the town
You ain't innocent
Don't point a finger at me
Sanity ain't what you say
At least I'll admit to anxiety