In this town where everybody's half a person, trying to be whole You're sleeping heavy, holding out without a purpose dying to need more It can be so hard to be awake and realize you're broken but If it's true that everybody's half a person Seems like a free for all Just wound up in the fiber of the only little boy skipping stones Stuck counting minutes since you left not ready yet to live alone Can't stop long enough to know what I've forgotten, just wanna be home How things are now it leaves me certainly uncertain caught in a free for all Somewhere down the line the mask you wore turned out to be the one that Kept me coming back to all the times I couldn't After all Just wound up in the fiber of the only little boy skipping stones Full circle hiding since you left not ready yet to die alone