Penultimate - WSTR

I swear this isn’t what it looks like

This is not the end we’ll meet again just when the time’s right

I fell short upon my insight

Direction so different but we’re both cut from the same knife

I admit I’ve fallen behind

The only thing that’s clear in this frail mind

Is that her pocket’s where my demons lie

She controls the nightmares in my head

She’s the monster by my window ledge

Awakening the dead

Inform me what my loved ones said

She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from

She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on

I just need some time so I can clean up my act

I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror

Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone

Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?

You washed your hands of me and I get it

I’ll wait on my own until she decides

Should I rot or compose or leave me to die?

Wrote down all the times I burned

Won’t forget that you washed your hands of me and I get it

Nightmares in my head

She’s the monster by my window ledge

Awakening the dead

Inform me what my loved ones said

She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from

She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on

I just need some time so I can clean up my act

I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror

Still kick myself for thinking we were better

Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?

You washed your hands of me and I get it

Nightmares in my head

She’s the monster by my window ledge

Awakening the dead

Inform me what my loved ones said

She controls the nightmares in my head

She’s the monster by my window ledge

Awakening the dead

Inform me what my loved ones said

She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from

She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on

I just need some time so I can clean up my act

I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror

Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone

Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?

You washed your hands of me and I get it