I remember a day,
With flowers in mind from a pixel in her
We were trying to climb,
Our colors alive but our vision was faded
A struggle of friends,
Made till the end a place we made it
There's something missing here

With my head in my hands,
And my feet block the door
Your voice is calling my name,
And I want nothing more

I'd buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
Into a world where everything is as it seems
We don't need this (we don't need this)((we don't! ))
Fuckin' over it (fuckin' over it)

It's mad for says machines,
I'll be the message on your screen
What it reads, stands to your grave
Where did the trail go? (we haven't a clue)
It's in my body no oh
Will you come home tonight,
In time of you this is my lights
There's something missing here

Just thinking of these memories again,
You know I'd never forget you

I'd buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
Into a world where everything is as it seems
We don't need this (we don't need this)((we don't! ))
Fuckin' over it

It's mad for says machines,
I'll be the message on your screen
What it reads, stands to your grave,
I can't handle this fail of me,
I can't wait to go back in time

It's time to, grab a hold of truth and make it scream
Otherwise you told about me
It's time to, grab a hold of truth and make it scream

I'd buy yourself from you and call it dreams,
Into a world where everything is as it seems
We don't need this (we don't need this
Fuckin' over it (fuckin' over it)

It's mad for says machines, (we don't need this)
I'll be the message on your screen(fuckin' over it)
What it reads, stands to your grave

Copyright: ABRAMUS, KILLPHONIC
Writer(s): Andrew Oliver, Brent Allen Allen, Devin Oliver, Jeff Valentine, Jimmy Gregerson, Zach Johnson