Haven't felt a thing in a long, long time
Wanna touch grass till I feel it melt in my
Hands are getting wet from the tears I cry
On my whole water supply
Heavier the thoughts that I keep on weighing
Heavier the words I keep from saying
Pick me up and whisper sweet, sweet nothings
And send me on my way
What if I don't wake up tomorrow?
What if I let the constant sorrows,
what if I don't?
I'm dying,
deciding I'm dying,
the lie
Nuh-uh,
uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, nuh-uh
Bounced myself halfway through the boil Forking the road,
forking the socket
I'm dying,
deciding I'm dying,
will I?
