I stare at myself
The whole world keeps turning
I went out in the storm
I felt the house burning
The kiss on my lips starts to feel unfamiliar
A part of me rots
My skin all turns silver
You tell a cla**ic story
Smothered underneath formality
I'll portray the old shag carpet
You can walk all over me
If I turn to stone
The whole world keeps turning
I went out in the storm
And I'm never returning