Today I’ve lost track of all of my screams
In a city bathed in neon
Who would hear me
When it’s too loud to cry
And to quiet to sleep
It gets darker still into my dreams I creep
Please take the sunshine out of my life
It makes my eyelashes feel like knives
And on my worst day, I wear a smile
You think I’m happy, when I’m ready to die
the end seems near now
fleeting words unspoken
no feeling of being born here
only of being broken
break the surface and transcend
to the land of where it ends and begins
Please take the sunshine out of my life
It makes my eyelashes feel like knives
And with each step we take we’re passing by
Such beautiful places where we could die
As I cut myself upon that final dawn
I spit forth a cadence with the utmost calm
Of my soul of my collective stream
Then I know it's you who's been haunting me
Please take the sunshine out of my life
It makes my eyelashes feel like knives
And on my worst day, I wear a smile
You think I’m happy, when I’m ready to die
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