33 Missed calls I don't care about when Nothing matters anymore And it never did You're in love with your sin So cool to do it again You're in love with your sin I'm really running on fumes I really think I hate it Can't convey to you How much I'm dying And I fucking love it And it makes me crazy My outside's on the in I keep looking for the signs to lead me Where I need to be Here You breathe A figure in the forest A stranger on the street All out of chaos Always feels like a dream I'm really running on fumes I really think I hate it Can't convey to you How much I'm dying Wish I could talk to you And it makes me crazy