I'd like to believe in all the possibilities C'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around me It's getting late, and I Cannot seem to find my way home tonight Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone

Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

It feels like there's oceans Between you and me We hide our emotions But it feels like there's oceans Yeah I want you And nothing comes close To the way that I need you I wish I can feel your skin

I cast doubt (No longer) I am able, I am strong And now it dwells in me I cast doubt aside Now hold this tight Don't let go I can't forget the past is real No longer fight this feeling

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside

It’s running through the ground (oh, the ground) Hungry in this cell we've made for ourselves Can you hear that sound? (hear that sound) Now we are eating our own rinds I’m not alone, just feel like a shadow Call it fate, I’m stuck in this state Tangled