| Tie me up or step on my hands, force me to be calm | |
| The panic room is crowded enough | |
| It's been a while since I came home and cried along to a song | |
| I don't want anything, don't feel anything, my heart's breaking into tin foil pieces. | |
| The story is not written, there's nobody waiting, so easy to screw it all up | |
| Repeating a pattern you saw in a movie, pretending like the rest of them Aren't you tired of hurting? | |
| All the time I feel so lost but in this I am not alone | |
| I guess that this is the status quo, get used to it or get lost | |
| There's no way out of the wilderness, you can't just peek your head in | |
| It will hunt you down, it will chew you up, it will swallow you | |
| So say thank you | |
| The story is not written, there's nobody waiting, so easy to screw it all up | |
| Repeating a pattern you saw in a movie, pretending like the best of them | |
| Aren't you tired of hurting? | |
| I'm so tired of hurting | |
| Lost carelessness turns to mental illness, when the summer's gone and we're growing old | |
| There's no safety net, I am losing this bet, I can't be in control | |
| We bitch and we whine until the end of our time, it's our generation's code or so I'm being told | |
| Lost carelessness turns to mental illness, don't make me lose control |