Little cells collide in my head to let me know that
Everything is fine, everything is fine
Lying next to her confesses to all my senses
That I am afraid to die young
And that I still wish that he was near
And I still hope that god can hear
The songs that turn me into such a liar
A masquerade that keeps me tied
To places I will never find
That keep on pouring oil on the fire
But I'm so tired
I thought I'd learn so much when you left
Little cells collide, connect and combust around me
Trying to make sense of the cold
While I'm still waiting for something to take my voice and...
