I've been strung out cracked out drugged out zoned
I've been a zombie but now I'm just stoned
I walk a little funny and my back is never straight
I spend my life just waiting and I still believe in fate
I've been psychotic and maybe that's still me
I like getting lost and I long to be free
my room's always messy but in a clean way
organizing takes up most of my day
I smoke like a chimney and I always have a pen
my notebooks help remind me of people ive been
I dive inside a bottle but I never learned to swim
and turn sadness into smoke before I take it all back in
I gobble pills like candy but they never help me sleep
my dreams all leave me empty, the scars are just too deep
so I haven't dreamed for quite a while
I'm taking xanex just to smile
ive got a front row seat to the slideshow in my mind
I don't know what I'm searching for or what I hope to find
I turn away too quickly but can never say goodbye
it always seems the little things are things that make me cry
I sit inside my room all day and write new things to read
I'm safe inside my notebook so its all I ever need
I've got no use for tears so my has turned to stone
I gave up all my sanity so I can be alone
I gave up all my sanity so I can be alone.