Songwriters: Joshua Cain, Jesse Johnson, Justin Pierre, Matthew Taylor, Tony Thaxton
I'm still frustrated from last night
Choking back the urge to fight
Cheap flights from Paris to Bangkok
The truth is I'm too tired to play pretend
I never will, amen
Things happen in half-time, I'm sick of the bends
I suffocate until the end
From ceiling to carpet, no sign of the thing she used to own
This is goodbye, this is the end
The message is unclear, she motions outside
I haunt the halls of medicine at night
I can't compete with all your damn ideas
And this isn't working out for you or me
All somersaults through so called art
I wait but I'm too tired to play pretend
Her cat was clawing the floorboards
No time for halfhearted goodbyes
She tries hard not to cry, she shakes underneath the pouring rain
I sink into myself afraid of the fall that never ends
I trail her closely from behind
Publisher: HOORAY LET'S FIGHT
Just outside of our door the panic begins
I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene
As autumn turns its back on me again
My panic research was no help
She whispers something in my ear
I searched the whole damn apartment
I thought it was nonstop, can't sleep on the KLM again
And I still don't know exactly who I am
My body aches, it heaves, it shakes
I climb the walls for oxygen