S P A C E

Why am I so compulsive?

I wanna crawl out of my skin

Goddamn, I'm so repressed and

Still learning how to live

My screams and my dreams are met with silence

As I stare into the black mirror

With the chest made of glass

Hoping that someone will notice

Give me space

Give me space

Give me space

Give me space

When you're covered in mud

And soaking wet

Just close your eyes and

Remember your breath

Our dreams and our screams are met with silence

As we stare into the black mirror

With the chest made of glass

Hoping that someone will notice

I'll give you space

Give you space

Give you space

Give you space

Give you space

Give you space

Give you space

I'll give you space, give you space