My heart is an atrium under lockdown,
and the key's nowhere to be found.
My body is a window to the hospital bed
where my soul lies, halfway dead.
I'm not alright,
I feel so alone
I'm trying to reach out
but no one will pick up the phone.
My head is locked in my hands
as they lower you into the ground.
My memories of you are more vivid than ever before
and I'd do anything to have you back now.
Cause I'm not alright,
I feel so alone
I'm trying to get you to let me in
but nobody's home.