I leave my name behind a boring alibi
A little something for the night
When I lose balance and I'm falling off the side
A little taste to get me high
So I can feel alright

When it comes easy but you hold on way too tight
Until the fruit becomes ripe
The hurt of happiness is just beyond my sight
Why can't I see it with these eyes?
I might as well be blind
Am I ever gonna get out?

Can I ever really get out?

And it's a question we all try to deny
And it's the answer that they hide
Inside a catatonia of our design
Inside the prison of our pride
We might as well be blind
Am I ever gonna get out?

Can I ever really get out?

Am I gonna get out?
Can I ever really get out?