Well - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Made it to the Mana Tree

Nina lying at my feet

She whimpered fitfully

I was lonely I was free

Now there’s music I can’t hear

Doesn’t seem like 16 years

Relics from another life

I’m blank again

Temperature’s rising

Think I need help

Wanna get well

The morning sky’s gunmetal grey

Daylight spending

Take to bed

The endless loop inside my head

The second I wake up it starts to spin

I feel like I’d do anything

To escape the silver flames

Remember when I was a kid

A metal sun shined in my basement

Think I need help

Wanna be well

Seven years

A million miles

Crying 'cause I’m sick again

Is this how it is gonna end?

I’d stay in bed but we’ve got check at 5