Staring down the bottom of another pint Twelve rounds down, such and ugly fight Up against the ropes, lost all notion of hope Some call it normal, some call it insane Some call on the doctor to numb the pain, The animals are stirring, pretend that theyre tame. Here comes that familiar feeling again I wear it on my sleeve such a visible stain. Holding onto air I wont feed the flame Here comes that familiar feeling again. I couldn't tell it wasn't a test You loaded that gun and aimed it straight at my chest The airs getting thin, screaming out from within These broken thoughts, stir endlessly I recognise the pity staring right back at me Like you drifted in, you now leave with the breeze Trying every treatment can't shake this disease Here comes that familiar feeling again Wear it on my sleeve, such a visable stain Holding onto air I wont feed the flame Standing in my childhood neighbourhood lane Thinking of you, it wont be the same Here comes that familiar feeling again