First time in a while that everything is fine.

I'd lie to you; I've been lying to myself all the time.

And your voice in the back of my head-

Wishing things could be quiet.

And your voice, murdering the silence-

Consistent like a ritual.



I'd stop and stare imagining that you'd be there.



I'd spend my days wasting my time constantly.



And your voice in the back of my head-

Wishing things could be quiet.

And your voice, murdering the silence-

Consistent like a ritual