[Chorus]
What the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it
I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I
Framed the picture but I never hung it up though
Somеtimes I wonder if I’m evеr good enough though
The feeling’s cut throat
I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance
I ain’t ever want to try this again

[Verse 1]
I’ve been on my own time falling
I’ve been painting shadows in the sky
I wish I could control my thoughts when
Everything is shattered into white lies
But you hit me on the side
Told me everything is different in your life
I said that time flies
Just so I could fill the silence
Cause I couldn’t think of trying again

[Chorus]
You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it
I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I
Framed the picture but I never hung it up though
Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever good enough though
The feeling’s cut throat
I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance
I ain’t ever want to try this again
[Verse 2]
I've been on my own time stalling
Rearranging memories in vain
I wish I could disown my thoughts when
Disillusioned reveries are played out
I can’t make up an escape
I hate reality it patiently awaits
For when it rains out
Just to make a reappearance
And I hate I had to hear it again

[Bridge]
I live inside of this portrait
Repainted lines are distorted
Retrace the past and ignore it
My thoughts have always been hectic
My words are thin and deceptive
You turned me into a skeptic

You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?
Pretended not to see your message or your call
I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it
I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I
Framed the picture but I never hung it up though
Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever good enough though
The feeling’s cut throat
I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance
I ain’t ever want to try this again