My brain's been going places I don't understand
I walked up to your door and acted like it wasn't planned
I hope you don't remember me as the one who wouldn't change
I've been eating less and drinking more, writing nonsense on the walls
Weakening and fading out on a mattress in the hall
Is this melancholy, boredom, or running out of time to make a change?
I hope you don't remember me at all
And there was nothing I could do to make you want to stay
I was just waiting for the perfect moment
To catch your tears and sell them to the rain
You've got a nice white house and a living dad, you've got no right to be this sad
Restless soul? Just get a job, once you forget it's not that bad
Every little part of everything feels strange
And I don't know who I want to be, anyone, I think, but me
The curtain's coming down; the fabric gathering around me
These black-and-white glasses make everything the same
There was nothing I could do to make you want to stay
I was just waiting for the perfect moment
To catch your tears and sell them to the rain
There's no one I can be to make you want to stay
I'm always waiting for the perfect moment
To catch your tears and sell them to the rain
Now I'm surrounded by heroes and cold, hard killers
By old dream catchers and young cup-fillers
And there's a beige, emotionally stable guy that you're staying with tonight
The world is closed and I've locked myself outside
The world is closed and I've locked myself outside
The world is closed and I've locked myself outside