Call me a name, call me insane
I think you're crazy for calling this late
You know I choke up and can't hear a thing
You know me best and still that parts the same
I know it's me, know I can change
Just hate that it's torture to think with this brain
Hate that it's hard at the start of each day
I used to starve and just stomach the pain
Oh lord, If you were there you'd take care of your boy
But I know you're not and won't answer the door
You ask where I'm going I point at the floor
I'm scared of fate, afraid to escape
I'm picking the lock wrapped around heaven's gatе
I've looked a lot, and can't locate that placе
Outlined with chalk and they're blocking the way
So give me the grey, give me the dirt
Give me a chance and I'll make it all worse
I'll know who I am when I manage the blur
I'm trying my damnedest but can't find the words
Oh lord