White noise kinda drown me out
White hot flame kinda melt me down
White hot pain, lightning thundercloud
Well, what the hell else is there to talk about?
I don't think we can talk it out
We can't talk it out
Never even mattered what I talk about
I don't want people to listen to me
If I had an answer, you think I'd be singing it
I don't know anything and I can't pretend I do
I pretend a lot of things though, so I guess I don't blame you
Every day in this world
Pretend I'm not scared, pretend that I'm somewhere else
Pretend that everyone doesn't feel this lost as well
Pretend that I can see heaven just beyond the sky
But I know it's somewhere else that's reflected in my eyes
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Feeling like shit
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Feeling like shit
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Feeling like shit
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Feeling like
I can almost see
I can almost taste
I can almost touch that better place
In a single day, I know everything can change
But this dead world won't go away
Pulling, yanking, dragging on a thread to heaven
I don't know if it's wrong
Pulling, yankin', draggin' on a thread to heaven
I know if I try, I'll just fuck it up worse than it is
A little dirt might cover up the wound
A little dirt might cover up the wound
But a little dirt might infect it too (infect it too)
There's no choices to make in this life (this life)
All you can do is what you can do
I can almost see
I can almost taste
I can almost touch that better place
In a single day, I know everything can change
But this dead world won't go away