Dead from the neck up, going over in my head again
Bland to the outdoors
Windows glazed over that can't be looked in
And all I've found is the same old fake
And each time it looks like the same mistake
And it kick me out of my home
I was lost, you weren't mine
I'd been waiting for a sign
Damned if I don't, damned if I tried
I'd been waiting for a sign
Waiting for the umpteenth time
Dead from the neck down, security tapes all on rewind
Waiting on your call, standing by for the umpteenth time
And all I've found is it's all my fault
And I'm licking my wounds while you're passing the salt
And it sticks me out on my own
And all I know is the same old thing
It's a simple story replenishing
And it pulls me back in my hole
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