Eleven

Floating in space
It's not as dark and cold as they say
Running out of oxygen, turning blue
I feel more at home here than with you

I'll cut you a break
Must be hard being this way
I see your eyes in the puddles and the flames
Oh great
Here you go
Pulling me in again
Here you go
I can see that it's a trend
I don't wanna be your enemy
Yeah it sucks that you pretend to be
None but cloudy skies where the stars should be

Tell me what you need and I'll be right there
I been tryna wake up from this nightmare
But I'm living in my own hell
A loop of constant bad decisions I just can't help
I really want the remedy
I used to find it in these fucking melodies
But I don't anymore
Ima go ahead and lie in bed and rot some more
Ima take a stroll through my head
Lots to explore
I ignored all the signs so I don't know where to go

I'll cut you a break
Must be hard being this way
But aren't you tired of all these games
I'm burnt out you can't clearly say the same
Drifting in space
Yeah the world looks better this way

Drifting in space
Yeah the world looks better this way

Drifting in space
Yeah the world looks better this way
Looks better this way