You're out of touch I'm out of time But I'm out of my head when you're not around (Out of touch) Oh oh oh oh oh oh (Out of time) We're soul alone And soul really matters to me Shake it up is all that we know

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

I hope that someone gets my I'll send an SOS to the world Message in a bottle, yeah I'm sending out an SOS Just a castaway, an island lost at sea oh Another lonely day, there's no one here but me oh More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me

I'm gonna hold my head up high before I'm dead in the dirt (I'm still standing here) I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason someday I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason What is the message What are the chances that I'll be

Don't tell me that this isn't real Don't tell me this ain't how I feel This is all I have. All I have All I ever wanted was somebody to hear me And all I ever wanted was somebody to feel me And everybody wanna tell me that I'm out of my head When I'm on

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

You're the best I've ever had You're the worst I've ever had And that keeps fuckin' with my head Why aren't you here? I'm 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day You're 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day I'm 11 minutes away, so why

My collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally

I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If