No sense in talking sense. In the end I always lose. The lie about love and fear. Is they're things that you can't choose. But my soul is still thirsty. Sometimes we all just need a drink. You only see through bloodshot eyes. When you're crying in the sink. I tried to shake the feeling. But now the feeling's shaking me. My back is against the ceiling. Still holding on, I cut my teeth. Forget it all. Forget it all. Forgetting all that's under me. My back is against the ceiling. Still holding on, I cut my teeth. I'm losing ground and I'm losing sleep. So leave that candle burning. So I can make it back from the brink. I just can't shake the feeling