Disappearing Act

God I love how it looks so sweet

Do I get another chance to taste it?

I've been dreaming of broken teeth

Cold sweat, vision blurred and faded

There's a ghost standing next to me

In the dark I saw my own reflection

It was nothing like it used to be

False start, losing my direction

Fearing the sun would never come to the shadow of who I was

Wishing on empty stars to put me back together

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

Running out of my dissolution

Running out of my dissolution

And I know that I would get back up

But does it really matter what we're saying?

Here at the bottom of a plastic cup

Where we forget all that we loved and we hated

I learned the sun will always rise

Heres to the ones with hazy eyes

Swinging from empty stars, falling down together

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

Running out of my dissolution

Running out of my dissolution

Everybody wants a savior, but there's no saints to see

If you want it just grow 10 feet tall and take all that you need

We are not hollow projections on a blurry T.V. screen

I'm not scared to fall, no not at all

The sky belongs to me

The sky belongs to me

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

I'm in the place where you found me

I hid away trying to chase down gold

But I became my surroundings (yeah)

She said "You're disappearing act is getting old!"

Running out of of my disillusion

Running out of of my disillusion

(Guess the disappearing act is getting old)

(Guess the disappearing act is getting old)

(Guess the disappearing act is getting old)