Personal Hell

Sylvia, I know your secret's out
It's the vice around your neck, it's all you ever talk about
But if you let me be your confidant i'll keep it to myself
With the plans for years of building out your own personal hell

So you set the scene in cinematic hues
Yeah, when you're used to feeling used you let
A softer voice cut through
And start dreading everyone that you've committed yourself to
And it seems like opting out might be the safest thing to do

And if you stick to the script as an easy way out
Then I would come up with new ways of letting you down
To the ground, where I'll stand with my head in the sand
Just let me sleep through all of my alarms again

And so I caught you at the start of something new
Taking stock of what you got under the white hot moon
Knowing better than to speak in absolutes
By the time you turned your back on singing the same old tired tunes
With a fear of missing out
Because everything that happens seems to happen somewhere else
Without you, without you

I wanna know what that's like
It's like I don't even have it
I wanna feel what you felt
Don't wanna just understand it
I wanna stand where you stood
I wanna reach out and grab it
I wanna feel what you felt
Don't wanna just understand it

But that's an easy way out
And I will come up with new ways of letting you down
To the ground, where I'll stand with my head in the sand
Just let me sleep through all of my alarms again