Lighters
It's only getting worse
I don't know how to explain
You can't make sense of your actions
When you're going insane
I find I'm plagued by this
Corrosive state of mind
Every time I seek the questions
The answer's undefined
My fears
They push me under
Spun til I can't tell up from drown
Torn to bits by these things that I wonder
Unfit to bear the crown
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
I know I'm not prepared
For my dreams to crash my days
Familiar happenings
Still leave me in a haze
My one and only shot
To finally make it out
Might leave me stranded in a world
I know nothing about
I can't- no
I can't take it with me
I can't have my cake and trade it too
For just a tiny shot at something better
I'd give up all I knew
Woah
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
I cannot handle my problems
And I am begging for more
Trading the set for an upgrade
And buying stock in the store
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
Beautiful, but not worth shit
Priced to sell, a counterfeit
I don't know how to explain
You can't make sense of your actions
When you're going insane
I find I'm plagued by this
Corrosive state of mind
Every time I seek the questions
The answer's undefined
My fears
They push me under
Spun til I can't tell up from drown
Torn to bits by these things that I wonder
Unfit to bear the crown
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
I know I'm not prepared
For my dreams to crash my days
Familiar happenings
Still leave me in a haze
My one and only shot
To finally make it out
Might leave me stranded in a world
I know nothing about
I can't- no
I can't take it with me
I can't have my cake and trade it too
For just a tiny shot at something better
I'd give up all I knew
Woah
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
I cannot handle my problems
And I am begging for more
Trading the set for an upgrade
And buying stock in the store
I'm running headlong into
Razorwire, fires of hell
Because it's so damn cold
I'm dying here, I might as well
A puzzle in a funnel cloud
I'll never make the pieces fit
A flawed mosaic
Priced to sell, but counterfeit
Beautiful, but not worth shit
Priced to sell, a counterfeit
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Writer(s): Rob Johnson
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