Circus
Welcome to the circus
Day drinking, abusing
My brain is still intact but I'm rojo
I'm burning up but I'm so cold
My shirt ain't tucked and I'm late for work today
I'm not even ashamed
You, I don't even know why
But I just cannot explain how much I know that
Every single step you show me is why I won't come back to you
Full-blown misery
And I'm too grown to be involved in your twisted fantasies
Of living recycled dreams
I swear you got no shame
Being so stuck in a box of imaginary blame
Throwing your hands around you disgust me
Still far from a household name
Six psychos blowing out your speakers
And the movement's stuck in your brain
It's like dope the way it's got seekers
The rest what's left, like clowns in a circus
Want to break free
But you don't know what your worth is
You can choke on your words and your tone
But I can guarantee you that nobody's coming home
Nobody's coming home
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody's coming home
If I need it but I'll leave it
I'll get help
If I leave it but I see it
I'll take death
And I got clowns up in my attic
And they're dying
And I got a knife up to my neck
But I'm still trying
You, I don't even know why
But I just cannot explain how much I know
That every single step you show me is why I won't come back to you
I won't come back to you
I won't come back to you
I won't come back
I won't come back
I won't come back to you
Day drinking, abusing
My brain is still intact but I'm rojo
I'm burning up but I'm so cold
My shirt ain't tucked and I'm late for work today
I'm not even ashamed
You, I don't even know why
But I just cannot explain how much I know that
Every single step you show me is why I won't come back to you
Full-blown misery
And I'm too grown to be involved in your twisted fantasies
Of living recycled dreams
I swear you got no shame
Being so stuck in a box of imaginary blame
Throwing your hands around you disgust me
Still far from a household name
Six psychos blowing out your speakers
And the movement's stuck in your brain
It's like dope the way it's got seekers
The rest what's left, like clowns in a circus
Want to break free
But you don't know what your worth is
You can choke on your words and your tone
But I can guarantee you that nobody's coming home
Nobody's coming home
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody's coming home
If I need it but I'll leave it
I'll get help
If I leave it but I see it
I'll take death
And I got clowns up in my attic
And they're dying
And I got a knife up to my neck
But I'm still trying
You, I don't even know why
But I just cannot explain how much I know
That every single step you show me is why I won't come back to you
I won't come back to you
I won't come back to you
I won't come back
I won't come back
I won't come back to you
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