I don't see the thoughts of where I could go Shut off from my future I don't feel with mistakes that I could grow I just can't remember I don't even listen when I should know Lately nights seem dimmer I won't seem to get rid of the echoes I sleep through your humour I don't feel with mistakes that I could grow I just cant remember Living and seeking Cheap cigs in the cut of the club Weeping to sleep and Wet bed and it's not from my crotch Done heard the clock ticking Almost time for a mop Cleaning and leaving My footsteps still leave a mark Can't seem to see the sun rise within the future of me Ants eating me alive, but the sea is pretty City of sins, dark brown lens glued on the sunnies Living a lie, truth hurts but the lies feel comfy (comfy, comfy, comfy)