This House Has People In It

Pluck me out of a home I can't find again

You cut me off like a tourniquet

Yeah it's my turn again

Let's turn it around

Turn around

I swear I think I'm falling through the ceiling

Got me gripping to the carpet

Mind is feeling

I'm thinking and I don't wanna

I sought you out

God I'm jonesing for a lift again

You try me once you spat me out

Is there medicine or a cure for this

Cause I swear a bullet couldn't catch

All of the thoughts that run through my head

This brings me down

I don't wanna go

Back to the places that it keeps me

So I'll rest my head into my hands

Till it's better

It brings me down

I don't wanna go

Back to the places that it keeps me

So I'll rest my head into my hands

But did you see me

Lose my cool so many times

Now I can barley fucking sleep

I keep waking up at fucking three

I wake up

I wake up

I wake up

I think I'm falling through the ceiling

Got me gripping to the carpet

Mind is fleeing

But I lose my head in all these memories

It gets better

It gets better

But I'll lose my head in all these memories

It gets better

It gets better

It gets better