Screamin' in my fucking hands cuz i'm falling Down the steps when i try walking Let's not do this right now, it's always pooring When i hear kick rocks and it's three in the morning Yellow jacket sting Make me make believe That this is all a dream And i don't have to leave But all my shit's in bags And you're locked in your head Probably pretty mad 'Cause space is something you could never give Your drunken words are just your sober thoughts You're terrified to verbalize when you're not this fucked up Through a megaphone that makes everything Sound like our shitty windows breaking Self inflicting wounds in two different rooms "Because it's four am and I can't deal with all six of your moods" This is so ate up This situation sucks This isn't love We need to stop lying to both of us Just when i think you're gonna dial it down again Blood drips from both my ears because you turned it up to ten