Cutting belts and magazines And things you'll never need The mirrors in you room at night And skies that never fold You're sorry that it matters more I know you need to stay above
There's nothing you can do I'm coming out my skin tonight So tell me if you're ready or no I'm tired of living out a lie Sitting here watching things flying by me
Last night I woke up cold And I walked right out into the dark And eight hundred reasons why kept flying into my eyes Wish I could say that I killed 'em dead But they're just much bigger than I
There's nothing you can do I'm coming out my skin tonight So tell me if you're ready or no I'm tired of living out a lie Sitting here watching things flying by me