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-