歌词
I had a thought of ending something
Impending fog that blends together old and new
Obscuring false from true
Dissecting an obituary
Don't tell me where we fail to see the greater truth
Or where the flowers bloom
I don't think it's normal
I don't think it's cool
Searching forevermore
Forever confused
It's three AM, your face is glowing
The cardboard cutout showing signs of ridicule
You know it's sort of cruel
Enough to see what you're bestowing
Some room to leave the pain in knowing we're the fools
I guess it's sort of cool
I don't think it's normal
I don't want to choose
Searching forevermore
Forever confused
To waste
To waste
To waste
Away
Away
Away
Away