Jail Time
I need some windows in my head to light the dark
But it's all boarded up with bones and other parts
Well, I've been sentenced for a crime I never did
And it's been this way ever since I was a kid
So I must survive
I'm never up, I'm only on my way back down
I put my headphones in to block out all the sound
If I was flammable, I'd burst right into flames
They do a transplant for the heart but not the brain
So I must survive
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
If happiness is everybody's default setting
Then mine would either be lonely or regretting
Everything I've ever done and ever said
Is it weird that I think about me dead?
Oh, I must survive
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
If life could be so simple
I wish I could be
Like those ordinary people
Living so carefree
But these bars are all I see
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
But it's all boarded up with bones and other parts
Well, I've been sentenced for a crime I never did
And it's been this way ever since I was a kid
So I must survive
I'm never up, I'm only on my way back down
I put my headphones in to block out all the sound
If I was flammable, I'd burst right into flames
They do a transplant for the heart but not the brain
So I must survive
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
If happiness is everybody's default setting
Then mine would either be lonely or regretting
Everything I've ever done and ever said
Is it weird that I think about me dead?
Oh, I must survive
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
If life could be so simple
I wish I could be
Like those ordinary people
Living so carefree
But these bars are all I see
Jail time, living in my head
Jail time when I go to bed, there's a
Storm brewing overhead
This is jail time, jail time
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Dominic Lonsdale, Chloe Ann Elizabeth Adams
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