I'd sell my soul for a moment Just to clear my head I'd give away all of my love If it meant that I could get some rest Things aren't as perfect as they seem Life's debt hangs over me Things aren't as perfect as they seem Like the sun reflects the sea I'm on borrowed time With nothing left Apathy leaving me emotionless I just need some room To catch my breath Drain this from my head It's getting so bad That I think I'll tear my soul apart It's getting so bad That I'll borrow any joy That i can get my hands on Old friend dealer of misery Could you relax on my debt And let me breathe this week I understand that you've been Good to me and I'll be back Before I know it just to feel something Tempt me I'm weak