Waiting for the Crash

[Intro] Place your bets. It’s a brand new morning. Let's see what breaks first. [Verse 1] Wake up, trace the water damage on the ceiling Trying to put a name to this hollow-chest feeling Coffee’s lukewarm, sun’s bleeding through the blinds Just another Tuesday navigating landmines [Instrumental Pause] [Verse 1 Continued] I ain't even out of bed, already taking inventory Flipping through the pages of a manufactured tragic story Global warming, unpaid warnings, or a quiet pulse Convincing myself I'm dying from the absolute results The metaphors keep me breathing, but the air is getting thin Watching the dust motes dance around the room I'm dying in. [Pre-Chorus] Round and round the ceiling fan goes Chopping up the air, whispering secrets no one knows. Always betting on the black. [Chorus] Waiting for the crash... Sweep up the ashes, sift through the trash Welcome back to the panic, man, the deck is always stacked Just another quiet morning on the edge of the attack. Yeah. Welcome back. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Yesterday I found a lump, swallowed hard and wrote a will Today I’m just staring at this empty little pill The bottle says it takes the edge off, I prefer the cliff Wondering if the neighbors notice that my smile is stiff Can't even catch a summer breeze without sensing a storm Finding comfort in the chaos 'cause the chaos keeps me warm I grease the axles on this runaway train Because if I'm not hurting, how do I know I'm sane? Tell me, how do I know I'm sane? [Pause] [Instrumental Interlude] [Pre-Chorus] Round and round the ceiling fan goes Chopping up the air, whispering secrets no one knows. Always betting on the black. [Chorus] Waiting for the crash... Sweep up the ashes, sift through the trash Welcome back to the panic, man, the deck is always stacked Just another quiet morning on the edge of the attack. Yeah. [Outro] Keep spinning it. The house always wins anyway. [End]