Five hundred and four hours Reset and call for help Reset It still ticks Ive lost this round In these flickers I should really be more careful Im wishing on shooting stars When Im in here I call it in When Im nowhere time will drift When Im here I call it in When Im nowhere its fine Ill just be drifting between two sides of the same ride And when I talk aloud, I talk aloud A glimpse of this room in which we stand When Im here I cant be way back there Induced into this sinking Standing, coming up hard And who would ever believe that theres a distance in your eyes Anyway, Im fine But its leaving me in two minds all the time And while Im reaching along these cycles of hate I hear in my heart that to give it a name would be wise Its my personal demon that keeps me in line And keeps me in real time Keeps me right in line And breaking her eyes upon me I give her a chance to work it all out from the start And who cares if theres barely a chance? This therapy is enough to give me a taste The hate of myself is replaced in the end with some hate and a dream of love Good, Im glad weve been this for And Im proud that we could praise and dream and start again Good If I praise and drift so hard Its fine And its all been mixed up good If its good is what Im feeling so absurd? Its make or break time Ive cut the break, the loss, the take And Im full of fear of losing hold on life
reset, aloud, fine, hate, good