It always starts the same way A sight, a sound, or something Then everything decays Till I gather myself And by gather myself I mean Tune out the hemorrhaging And by gather myself I mean Tear down possibility But at the risk of sounding fake I'll walk you through my day to day But don't expect to comprehend It's little things, that do me in It always starts the same way Someone mentions something Then I'll just turn away Till I gather myself And by gather myself I mean Over an*lyze everything And by gather myself I mean Point my eyes to the ceiling To evade what I'm feeling In some cunning attempt to Outrun the things that have made the night my home Point my eyes to the ceiling To evade what I'm feeling In some cunning attempt to Outrun the things that have made the night my home