I said that I don't know
When you asked if I should go
But maybe if I wasn't lying I'd try
For a little bit
For the hell of it
But maybe
I'll meet me
And save me
From this place
'Cause these days
I'd rather waste away, in my grave
Waiting for the real me to occupy my brain
Let me listen to you or else I'll go insane
This is the end
I feel like I'm my own imaginary friend