I’m losing my mind, but you still stand there,
taunting me with your smile while I sit there
lost in my thoughts of (I don’t even know).

I’m under the treetops of imaginary forests
waiting for you to come rescue me.
When I look in the mirror I look a little bit older,
the ever-growing black holes they call my
eyes (but I’m not sure that’s what they are).

I keep counting the seconds until the ceremonial
call of the bell releasing me from my shackles.
Releasing me from the judgment of those
sticky grins they’re always trying to convince me
are real (but I will never believe them).

But when I see you there’s something that snaps
and I’m glad it does. See, when I see you
it’s alright ‘cause I can pretend someone will
be there to take me home (one can always hope).

There is not faith, only broken belief, but somehow,
somewhere in this messed up brain of mind,
I find the room and the time to daydreams the dreams
I know will never come true. But it’s nice to let your
mind wander (even if when you wake up, it hurts so much).

But when you walk pass my house I’m just
the face in the window (that’s all I’ll ever be).

I’m losing my mind, but you still stand there,
taunting me with your won’t you smile for me?