Sorry eyes And it's not like me Canonized like frozen faces on the walls I would lie But it's not like me Taking sides to bend or break the paper walls All the people you let down That you could bury underground And get your mind back into hell Where it belongs So I recover So I have the time to shake it off While we recover We'd rather dust the nails beneath the boards All the people you let down That you could bury underground And get your mind back into hell Where it belongs And still we don't believe in it We're taking steps to show we care We're coming out We're coming out We're coming clean And still we don't believe in it The subtle hints, the sunny glare The little pouts All going in And coming out The everything's of left astrays Rotting losts of castaways You were never so ambitious anyway Little lights where people go Fluorescent days, fluorescent glow Pieces put will fall apart Cases shut but never cause Little lights where people go Fluorescent days, fluorescent glow Pieces put will fall apart Cases shut but never cause