My tears could fuel my engine
But I've run out of places to drive
Sick of my tired heart screaming at me to hide
And I've always been more comfortable on the floor
Maybe that's what happens when you spent your whole life
Picking the lock to a closed door
My music's on max but it's still not loud enough
And they tell me not to cry but I cry harder
Every song I write turns into a sad one
And I can't stop listening to Elton John's
Song about the blues cause baby it's true
You might as well paint me blue
My life is up for a split second
Then I'm off my high
And people never bother reading the story in my eyes
And I've always been more comfortable on the floor
Maybe that's what happens when you spent your whole life
Picking the lock to a closed door
My music's on max but it's still not loud enough
And they tell me not to cry but I cry harder
Every song I write turns into a sad one
And I can't stop listening to Elton John's
Song about the blues cause baby it's true
You might as well paint me blue
And I tried to heal the pain
With every bit of poison that enters my brain
I tried to run away but every time I do it becomes a chase
My music's on max but it's still not loud enough
And they tell me not to cry but I just cry harder, and harder, and harder
You might as well paint me blue