Hysteria - Wearing Thin

Maybe there’s a way

I can pick it up and save it

Reconstruct the promises that I once made

Oh, but god knows I’m fading

I’m still wasting away

Stretching my skin over concrete

Watching the past fall down at my feet

And in the lost and found I was waiting

Waiting for someone to carry me home

Or away, just anywhere away from here

So I can finally fucking breath

There’s got to be a way

There’s just got to be a way

I’d like to believe I’m not going crazy

But I’m not sure anymore

Of course they say the past is always haunting

But I’m not the same anymore

Because it’s not the same

No it’s not the same

Where are you now?

I’d like to believe I’m not crazy

I’d like to believe in anything