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The Garden State Has never looked so pitiful and grey As I awake to the garbage men today I hope they take all of my old mistakes 'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own My head, it spins When I look at the mirror and spit at The man I see with anchors for his eyes I build my castles up in the sky So when it rains, they melt away with shame Here I am Looking down at the bottom of the glass Is this all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars To help connect the dots And turn my cuts into scars? All of my fears Are kept in check by the medicine I take All of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent There will be a riot in my heart soon It wants to be beneath the open sky Here I am Looking down at the bottom of the glass Is this all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars To help connect the dots And turn my cuts into scars? My regrets are what keep me still alive I need to make up for all the lies My regrets are what keep me still alive I need to make up for all the lies Here I am Looking down at the bottom of the glass Is this all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars To help connect the dots And turn my cuts into scars? Here I am Looking down at the bottom of the glass Is this all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars To help connect the dots And turn my cuts into scars? My regrets are what keep me still alive I need to make up for all the lies |