The Ceiling

Travel inside my mind Thinking of suicide Blame it on the drugs Please don't trust me Friends under the bed Their skin kinda pale Flying me in my dreams Stuck in visions Lost in the woods I'm nothing but a ghost Call your name So I can feel at home Come inside Take your time Cause we gotta talk Cut my throat Sing a song Isn't that fun? Promise I'm Not alright Make me feel alive When you sleep Think of me I'm in your mind Seems like you played me one more time Scars like tats youre my art oh my So proud that I feel dead inside That way your words dont hurt me In my bedroom Through the door See the ropes Feel no hope You make me feel some type of way The celling will help me escape My hands are shaking when I Feel you ripping off my eyes But it's ok Cause I feel good, oh my I feel insane