I got pulled out too far and then I felt removed
Needed something to push my mind into
Ripped the nails out and break the glue
Stopped locking the door to my room
Next time you see me, I hope we're both better off
A little more real, I know I try but it isn't enough
I don't want to rush it but I need you to be around
Doing anything you can to make sure I feel less like a ghost
I waved to you through glass one summer afternoon
Looking from the street up to where you paint is where i hide
Away from me and somehow still inside