This is my personal desert,
This is my personal slum,
I’ve become the person that I always hated
The enemy I was running from.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
But I wanted to hide from everything.
I made my life into a competition,
Where’s my trophy mantle,
You sent me clippings
To an article I couldn’t begin to handle.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
But I wanted to hide from everything.
What’s a lag without the jet,
Put my f**ing fantasies to rest,
I flew everywhere just to find something I can’t forget.
For a minute I lost sight of it,
Not just the light of it
But the whole full frame picture.
Pa**ed out when I’d stand up,
Can't see what my hands touch,
Fall back down to a thud.
I won’t stop until I can see my bones.
(I won't stop until I can see my bones)
No matter how long I hold my breath
I’ve got to exhale just to let out the old.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
But I wanted to hide from everything.