E hundred and four hours
Reset and call for help
Reset
It still ticks
I've lost this round
In these flickers i should really be more careful
I'm wishing on shooting stars
When i'm in here i call it in
When i'm nowhere time will drift
When i'm here i call it in
When i'm nowhere it's fine
I'll just be drifting between two sides of the same ride
And when i talk aloud, i talk aloud
A glimpse of this room in which we stand
When i'm here i can't be way back there
Induced into this sinking
Standing, coming up hard
And who would ever believe that there's a distance in your eyes
Anyway, i'm fine
But it's leaving me in two minds all the time
And while i'm reaching along these cycles of hate
I hear in my heart that to give it a name would be wise
It's my personal demon that keeps me in line
And keeps me in real time
Keeps me right in line
And breaking her eyes upon me
I give her a chance to work it all out from the start
And who cares if there's barely a chance?
This therapy is enough to give me a taste
The hate of myself is replaced in the end with some hate and a dream of love
Good, i'm glad we've been this for
And i'm proud that we could praise and dream and start again
Good.
If i praise and drift so hard
It's fine
And it's all been mixed up good
If it's good - is what i'm feeling so absurd?
It's make or break time
I've cut the break, the loss, the take
And i'm full of fear of losing hold on life