Wide awake, empty space
Contemplate how much more I can take
Color runs from your face
I recount how I plan to leave this place
So throw it all up
Onto the floor
It makes you sick, but you'll come back
You'll ask for more
Blowing off dust
To restore the way things were
I hate this, not fun anymore
I had it all wrong
It's all on me
I keep my foot on my neck until I run out of breath
Don't know I couldn't see
So throw it all up
Onto the floor
It makes you sick, but you'll come back
You'll ask for more
Blowing off dust
To restore the way things were
I hate this, not fun anymore
So throw it all u-