Somedays I stay home inside my bed
I can't move. I'm stuck there
Wishing I was laying beside you instead but I'm here lost in my own head

When you move it still makes me believe
It erases those things that are wrong with me
You consume all my thoughts
And I don't want it to stop
It takes a hold of the best of me
You get just what you see

Most nights I'm by myself wide awake on the floor
It's not quite how I thought my life would go but here we are
I know you've seen this before but you still won't walk out the door

When you move it still makes me believe
It erases those things that are wrong with me
You consume all my thoughts
And I don't want it to stop
It takes a hold of the best of me
You get just what you see

When you lose yourself, you're never to blame
I'm finding it hard to trust who I am again and again
Desperate for answers, the world crashes down
I don't question why you're still around

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER D DEMAKES, LOUIS JAMES SCHAUB, MATTHEW GUY YONKER, PETER JOHN WASILEWSKI, ROGERIO LIMA