Are You Anywhere
Go to sleep, go to sleep
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be
I know what happens when I'm alone
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The constant confrontation that I protect
Protect myself from every night
Go to sleep, go to sleep
No preparation avails me for what's to come
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished
Is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be
I know what happens when I'm alone
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Go to sleep, go to sleep
The constant confrontation that I protect
Protect myself from every night
Go to sleep, go to sleep
No preparation avails me for what's to come
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
Now will it be rainbows or knives? This isn't funny anymore
And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished
Is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind
I'm tired of dying
This isn't fun anymore
I'm tired of dying
I'll be prepared when it comes
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hornbrook, Jeffrey Moreira, Ryan Primack, Bradley Clifford, Bradley Grace
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Distance Only Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- II/III
- I/III
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- Opposite of December
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Tropic Rot (Deluxe Edition)
- The Tropic Rot [Deluxe Edition]
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