Takes a page and loses it
Takes an age in vain
They're calling us, I didn't think they'd hear
Feel it, spill it, cut it out
There's nothing left to talk about
I never really have that much to say
It's hard enough to get you where you're seen
Should never be there, you're in a dream
Listen in, massage my self esteem
A faded beauty, a withered dream
I never ever did before
Led those losers to your door
Too long staring at the pretty lights
Gone before he touched the ground
Nothing left, was never found
Too late again, too late, too late
It's hard enough to get you where you're seen
Should never be there, you're in a dream
Listen in, massage my self esteem
A faded beauty, a withered dream
Deep inside it's working hard
Give them all what they deserve
Your empty words, spin, fantastic trash
Feel it slip; the hold you had
Left it all behind you, no?
Too late to say, too late, too late
Piece together things I thought I'd seen
It's never easy, it's not what it seems
Are paper cuts enough to get you seen?
It's never easy; being fine