All my words sound the same to me now.
You know me too well to believe.
Stare through windows on the ceiling.
They don’t close on me.
This is not the only way to be.
Is this all you can do to believe?
All the stars look the same to me now.
They’re all just out of reach.
I lie down and wait for morning.
Hasn’t dawned on me.
This is not the only way to be.
Is this all you can do to believe?