I run all day from the weight of the world What's it like to live without it You can't tell me it's not a crying shame to be holed up now from day to day I wait all day for a sign of life It's so hard for me to reach you I'm telling you now it's a crying shame to see your face this shade of grey It's hard to stop the swaying And I don't like my shade either I could just wait here and see what else is wrong with me I don't really know what you're saying Try to brush it off your shoulder If it were up to me I'd just cut you free and raise your head to the cold breeze I miss the life I had before I can feel it on my fingers Cause I'm telling you now it's a crying shame that I still fucking feel this way