Sorry eyes 
And it's not like me 
Canonized like frozen faces on the walls 
I would lie 
But it's not like me 
Taking sides to bend or break the paper walls 
All the people you let down 
That you could bury underground 
And get your mind back into hell 
Where it belongs 
So I recover 
So I have the time to shake it off 
While we recover 
We'd rather dust the nails beneath the boards 
All the people you let down 
That you could bury underground 
And get your mind back into hell 
Where it belongs 
And still we don't believe in it 
We're taking steps to show we care 
We're coming out 
We're coming out 
We're coming clean 
And still we don't believe in it 
The subtle hints, the sunny glare 
The little pouts 
All going in 
And coming out 
The everything's of left astrays 
Rotting losts of castaways 
You were never so ambitious anyway 
Little lights where people go 
Fluorescent days, fluorescent glow 
Pieces put will fall apart 
Cases shut but never cause 
Little lights where people go 
Fluorescent days, fluorescent glow 
Pieces put will fall apart 
Cases shut but never cause