Στοίχοι: Senses Fail. Life Is Not a Waiting Room. Garden State.

The garden state has never looked so pitiful and gray
As I awake to the garbage left today
I hope they take all of my old mistakes
'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own

My eye it spins when I look at the mirror
Glancing at the man I see, with daggers for his eyes
I build my castles up in the skies
So when it rains, they melt away with shame

Here I am looking down at the bottom of the glasses
It's all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots and turn my cuts into scars

Oh, all of my fears are getting checked by the medicine I take
All other guys just gather rumors of decent
There will be a riot in my heart soon
It wants to be beneath the open sky

Here I am looking down at the bottom of the glasses
It's all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots and turn my cuts into scars

My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies

Here I am looking down at the bottom of the glasses
It's all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots and turn my cuts into scars

Here I am looking down at the bottom of the glasses
It's all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots and turn my cuts into scars

My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies