Harking back to when I was just a ghost, in someone else's house
You called it home saying I was just staring a gift horse directly in the mouth
With every word you stole more wind, from my tattered sails
With every breath I gave away more and more of myself
Until life itself became a means to an end
Counting down the hours until I could crawl back into bed
Hoping to sleep indefinitely
Miserable and scared to change
Contemplated for far too long if there's a noose at the end of my rope
Isolated in my own head is where I built myself a home
I took inventory of my regret, and I built myself a cage with it
Until life itself became a means to an end
Counting down the hours until I could crawl back into bed
Hoping to sleep indefinitely
Miserable and scared to change
