Way Past Three

Late night, manic

Up and you're spent

You're picking the stars not like they'll burn through your hands

Blood on the pavement, you're licking the floor

You've never felt freedom like the dreams you adore

Eyes rolled back, time went quicker

No speed, just your bones, now thinner

No thoughts 'cause your brain weren't fed

Eyes are rolling, are we dead?

Eyes are rolling, are we dead?

Told myself I'd be back by three

Sold my soul for a fantasy

Fell and tripped, now I've slipped away

Into a world that was made for me

But now you're crying here in the corner

Pray for you because you can't find your wallet

Sold your soul for a fantasy

And now it's way past three

Now you're finally finding the tracks

There's something heavy clinging onto your back

Turn around for the mediation

You find yourself, you're the infestation

You're shouting, but you're trapped in a bubble

You try to move, but your knees hit the rubble

Would they see what you want 'em to see?

You promise this is part of the dream

It's just a fantasy

Told myself I'd be back by three

Sold my soul for a fantasy

Fell and tripped, now I've slipped away

Into a world that was made for me

But now you're crying here in the corner

Pray for you because you can't find your wallet

Sold your soul for a fantasy

And now it's way past three