You're my thought letting loose grip
Ask why you always have to pass out first
Taunt pushes you and you push back
Stage interest but no one seems to look
Thick blindfold anytime, with my eyes closed
The dark becomes invisible sometimes
Watch your knock break my glass, no doubt
You're kicking in open doors this time
But I'm going home
Drop the keys, I'm going home
I'm going home
You're only an illusion, a ticking clock
A pendulum without a momentum
You talk to minds, they talk to you
But you don't speak with each other, do you?
Like old actors playing great, who fail
When faced with portraying themselves
The hardest role, knows the thought
And hides to swell alone
But I'm going home
Drop the keys, I'm going home
I'm going home
Drop the keys, I'm going home
Don't pique me
I'm sleeping
You squeeze me
I'm getting rid of you this very day
Don't freeze me
I'm dreaming
Of not needing
You to needle me and cut me short
Your hands dig deep in me, fight not to lose their hold
Make me throw stones and fists, leave me alive but cold
With you I'm not awake, these brakes won't stop the wain
You are my twisted guidepost to the loony bay
With every word you say, with every face you fake
With every brow you raise, with every voice you hate
With you I'm not okay, I feel like losing weight
You are my twisted guidepost to the loony bay
With every face you fake
With every brow you raise
I'm not okay
I'm not okay with you
I'm not okay