[Verse] Leave me no choice i have to take it not enough to really get me through but I can fake it For a long while...Twisted sideways like a sick smile...lifted me up big pile of nothing growing bolder and colder with each needle in the stack [Chorus] in forwards turning nothing gets more average by the day until that something isn't everything [Verse 2] hashed out on the concrete squeals and peels making known just below the jagged scab line bleeding Monday morning home For a long while... I twist sideways, a sick smile lifting me up, a big pile of nothing, growing bolder and colder with each needle in the stack. [Pre-Chorus] You can hear it coming when it starts to click same bad idea, same little itch and I’m already in it [Chorus] when the edge wears down it starts to read like habit until that one thing stops being the whole deal [Chorus] in forward turning, nothings get more average by the day until that something isn't everything anyway!!!! [break] [chorus based outro]
