Three steps from the drop-off
My weight held in the underpin
I feel myself start to nod off
Another year, and I'm stuck here again
Will this house stop humming
Will the lights stay on
Was help ever coming
Did I do something wrong
My life is swimming in sound
Looping noise, unbearably loud
It's routine, full contact
Am I ever gonna get my life back
This cycle I'm lost in, delirium in between a new spin
Come chaos, from theory
Is the schedule I wrote gonna save me
Pictures from youth you start to ignore
And the magnets on the fridge don't hold anymore
Three feet from the bottom, my weightless body spins
While I wait for autumn, another harsh winter begins
Cover up in layers to keep the warmth inside
There's barely any left, but there's nowhere else to hide
Wringing out the words I misread
Consciousness hanging by a thread
Wonder what it's like to be dead
Forced awake, keep living instead
It's routine, full contact
Am I ever gonna get my life back?
This cycle I'm lost in, delirium in between a new spin
Come chaos, from theory
Is the schedule I wrote gonna save me?
Pictures from youth you start to ignore
And the magnets on the fridge don't hold anymore