I’ve been petrified of nothing
And it grows closer everyday
I keep believing I found something
Then it just simply goes away
Chorus:
This is the sound of me losing
I’ve vilified my hands so they don’t talk
And every metaphor I’m using
Won’t help you understand the roads I walk
I’ve been paralyzed with worry
I only have enough to raise a glass
I’ve lost the will to write I’m sorry
I guess we’ll see how long your patience last
Chorus
I don’t want to come across as boring
With some sort of cliche point of view
Maybe I’ll just write about misfortune
And we can pretend it’s something new
I don’t want to die and be forgotten
I don’t want to live and not be heard
I don’t want to be inside some poorly written waste
Maybe if I told you what I’ve wanted
Maybe if you listened to the words
Maybe we could wipe these sad expressions off our face