Through the coil I catch the bus 
Struggle to keep standing up 
This is what takes me far away from then 
And I don’t know anything 
About time and the state of mind 
Whatever works to get me out of here will do 
Sleeping’s a waste and 
Breathing is fake 
It’s all just what I think 
That keeps the world 
Broken like this 
Make some sound with me pleaseI miss your face if I can’t see 
Through this precious sorrow that I bought 
And I know I’m paying again 
This is the pattern that I spin 
I don’t like webs that tangle, wrap so tight