When I return, I dream of another life,
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand.
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionists.
I can feel this distance is further and further without you.
Contorting to fit, somewhere I do not belong.
Brick by brick, stone on top of stone,
I create, from these towers, built of nothingness.
I will fall, and like these worthless feelings,
There is an emptiness we long to feel inside.
Father when will you come home.
I have been dying inside.
Mother where have you gone,
Oh so how hard I've been trying.
When I return, I dream of another life,
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand.
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionists.
Hours upon hours, I am f*cking sleepless.
We are the wretched, no sleep for the wicked.
And at night we come undone.
We are anything, we are the contortionists.
This is not who I ever was. This is not who I ever was.
[x2]
We are the worthless feelings, we are the great divide.
We are the emptiness we long to feel inside.
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand.
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionists.
I can feel this distance is further and further without you.
Contorting to fit, somewhere I do not belong.
Brick by brick, stone on top of stone,
I create, from these towers, built of nothingness.
I will fall, and like these worthless feelings,
There is an emptiness we long to feel inside.
Father when will you come home.
I have been dying inside.
Mother where have you gone,
Oh so how hard I've been trying.
When I return, I dream of another life,
Failure transparent in the palm of my hand.
I am the contortionist, we are the contortionists.
Hours upon hours, I am f*cking sleepless.
We are the wretched, no sleep for the wicked.
And at night we come undone.
We are anything, we are the contortionists.
This is not who I ever was. This is not who I ever was.
[x2]
We are the worthless feelings, we are the great divide.
We are the emptiness we long to feel inside.
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