Piles of knives
Replace my fluffy pillows...
Something warm to squeeze
And rest my face upon...

This feels right...
I don't know why...
But this feels,
So very, very right...

What have I become?
Or maybe I'm still the same
But the world has moved along
And carried on without me

There was a point
I was going somewhere with this...
But now it's slipped from my mind
Which is probably just as well

So let it fall away
Do not waste my time
Arming yourself with insults
Just to explain what I already know...

Please, let it fall away
Don't waste my time
Sharpening your blades
Just to carve out something you don't want...

Piles of knives
Replace my fluffy pillows...
Something warm to squeeze
And rest my face upon...

This feels wrong...
I don't know why...
But this feels,
So very, very wrong...

I know you're not the one that truly needs convincing...
My indecisiveness is killing me, and it has been all along now...

There is no sincerity in this...
There is no reality in this anymore...
There is no sincerity in this...
There is no reality in this anymore...
There is no sincerity in this...
There is no reality in this anymore...
There is no sincerity in this...
There is no reality in this anymore...