WOKE UP IN PAIN
THE FEELING A FIRE GETS IN POURING RAIN
LEFT LONELY AND ONLY INCHES FROM BEING COLD
TRY TO CONTAIN THE FIRE THAT WILL TAKE OVER THE BRAIN
I CAN'T TAKE THAT KIND OF TONE

SUFFOCATING
MY HEAD IN A BAG, SOON WON'T FEEL A THING
THIS AN OMEN OR MAYBE JUST A STUPID DREAM
CALL IT DERANGED AND JUST BURY ME AND IGNORE THE SCREAMS
YOU CALL A GRAVE WHAT I CALL HOME

I'VE BEEN SO HIGH
AT LEAST THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKENDS
GOOD TIMES GONE DRY
NEEDING TO HEAR THE VOICE FROM A FRIEND
I SAY I WON'T DRIFT CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE DEEP END
I KEEP IT CLOSE , DEEP IN MY HEAD
SO YOU DON'T SEE THAT I'M SCARED

WOKE UP IN PAIN
THE FEELING A FIRE GETS IN POURING RAIN
LEFT LONELY AND ONLY INCHES FROM BEING COLD
TRY TO CONTAIN THE FIRE THAT WILL TAKE OVER THE BRAIN
I CAN'T TAKE THAT KIND OF TONE

I'VE BEEN SO HIGH
AT LEAST THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKENDS
GOOD TIMES GONE DRY
NEEDING TO HEAR THE VOICE FROM A FRIEND
I SAY I WON'T DRIFT CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE DEEP END
I KEEP IT CLOSE , DEEP IN MY HEAD
SO YOU DON'T SEE THAT I'M SCARED