Chasms form craters inside my head

Hold me closer to the impact tourniquet

Cut me open and count the rings

Slipping in constant reverie

Medications cease incessant dribbling

Cut me open and count the rings

I am an echo

A dying crescendo

A coma in limbo

Time just won't heal these dizzy wounds

It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie

I'm feeling so much better

Singing la la la la

I'm feeling so much better

Singing la la la la

It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, I'm feeling fine

Cut me open and count the rings

I forced a smile and stood up straight

Felt the color drain from my dizzy face

Tie the tourniquet around my brain

A wilted flower in a plastic bouquet

Chalk outlined cities broken veins

Needle punctures track marks a healthy facade

Tie the tourniquet around my brain

A wilted flower in a plastic bouquet