The oxygen in this room is wearing thin, I'm losing air while eight other thieves are breathing in. There's only so long you can fend off loneliness, only so many ways to squeeze two frames in one bunk bed

Everyone always gets it wrong, gets it wrong, anyway

It's been so long since I wrote anything that meant anything, so long since I had something to say. I could dissolve into this mattress or seep into these walls and you would all forget my name

Everyone always gets it wrong, gets it wrong, anyway

You are the words I can't create, you are the chords that I can't reach, you are the stilted pause before the sight of relief

We're just playing opposites out on different continents. You're waking up as I sleep, I'm waking up as you sleep