[Verse]

Pick up what's left of me

When I turn to ash

Turn away from the heat

And I'll watch your back

My eyes are sick of these walls

And no one could tell

Everyone except you called

Only if you knew how it felt

So what do you see

Before you sleep?

There's pictures on my eyelids

Projector screens

And terrible lighting

Muffled screams

Something's wrong, I don't like it

This is not me

What would you wear to a funeral?

To die in these clothes

In the end it's a cubicle

You and I know

I prepared for worst

But not like this

I lose and I hurt

Take me on

'Cause I won't—

I can't stay awake when you're gone