Part of your day
Unrest is permanent
I'll look away
Undress is intimate
Things are this way
Hollowed out honestly
Something to say
Tired high
It's our time
Circled eyes
Face is mine
Torn up no more
No more I'll run afraid
Comfortable cold
Someday I'm getting paid
Say it ain't so
Nobody by the name
Someday you'll go
Tired high
It's our time
Circled eyes
Face is mine