you know i tried to call
i'm wilting on my own
when we speak

pretend i'm weak

i'll make it home i know
before i turn to stone
and you think
i'm imagining things

you leave me all alone
to get higher than my low
and i'll drink
to tell you these things

i'll make it home i know
before i turn to stone
and you think
i'm imagining things

i'm imagining things

i'm imagining what
what i could be
what i would see
if this brain didn't deceive me, i
i guess I'll never know why we do these things
we do it to ourselves, we do it to ourselves
and why do we do it?
make ourselves miserable just to prove that we can feel?

cause i'm numb and you can feel it
drifting through your vision
i'll call you out
before i run out

cause i'm numb and you can feel it
drifting through your vision
i'll call you out
before i run out