I saw the bottom,
Felt a sinking feeling
She fed me words
She wasn’t even thinking
On & on, say nothing’s wrong again
Held up, repeating all our lines, fake blue skies
Painted a picture out of words, turned white lies
On & on tell me nothings wrong again
Nothing’s wrong again
Too close to know, we were playing fiction,
Living in a distant daydream.
Too close to know, everything was fading,
Water we could wade in got too deep
To stand found out firsthand that I was,
Too close to know, we were playing fiction,
Living in a distant daydream.
I know the script isn’t changing,
Although the people you play is.
Your role – the girl in the tower,
But your sweet tooth turned sour.
Wake me up, cause I’m lost in a daydream,
The truth it cuts, like an axe to an oak tree.
Wake me up I’m lost in a daydream,
Truth it cuts, like an axe to an oak tree.
