locked in here for days and nites
spying on the moon
we have lost all communication
drawn into these speakers for distraction
can't quite remember how i got here
saw a ghost by my bed
reflections are all i have left
maybe a little too accepting
left myself in the car all day and nite
dying on the inside
no more recorded conversations
digging into these books for medication
paid a price to forget but i still remember
saw a ghost by my bed
reflections are all i have left
maybe a little too accepting
i speak to the wind/
and trust someone is listening
if i fold my hands
and bow my head
will you be impressed/
i know you better than this