Sleep through the sound of the same drum
Like we're both numb 'til we're withering away
That we welcome to the home we made
Drain the color in the ashtray
By the bed in which we lay
That I mean anything to you
Knowing I can't admit the truth
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
I'm tired of the way that I'm feeling
It's never ending, but I can't let you go
Fear for my heart I'm not healing
And it's deceiving how alone this home's become
When I think about the memories I cling to
When I think about the way that you loved me
That I mean anything to you
Knowing I can't admit the truth
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
(If there's hope to hold onto)
('Cause this is when I needed you)
(Is this the end? I'm ready when-)
When you're ready to let me go
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
WRITERS
Erik Ron, Keaton Pierce, Kenneth Downey, Mason Marble, Tyler Smith