[Verse 1: coinslots]
Close your eyes lie on the cold hard floor
And make yourself wish for
The things in life you couldn't not control
Roll back and cry yourself away

[Verse 2: plant]
A dark room, curtains closing
Locking me in
I watch the smoke twisting in the air and I think
Is this really it?
Is this really it?
Is this really all I am?

[Hook: coin slots & plant]
I’m by myself again
But that's how I like it, isn’t it?
I’m by myself again
But that's how I like it, isn’t it?