The phone doesn't ring like it did
One too many days spent off the grid
If that's even possible
When the hours get late I'll trade
In my new life for a brand new escape
I know it sounds so typical

Listen closely as I walk through the halls
I know what I heard
Pick up the first piece of metal
I can find and walk to the front door and wait
Wait for nothing to become something
Wait for nothing to disappear
This place doesn't feel like it did

You slipped and slid across the floor
Like you weren't ever really there
When the hours get late I'll trade in my illness
Just to conversate, if not I'm
Fucking out of here
Watching closely as I walk through the halls
I know what I saw

Pick up the first piece of metal
I can find and walk to the back door and wait
I know what I saw
I know what I heard
I know what I felt
And I know what I burned