Disassociate until there's nothing left for me I fear the tension that lessens my reflex It breaks with tradition and keeps all my thoughts in line The pit of my stomach and pain in my chest Won't subside it's a placeholder for my empathy It's careless to think I have the strength to comfort you. When I'm not here, I'll never follow through. I miss the feeling in my hands Where I am lost in the romance of Believing in my broken pretense Disassociate until my head can fall asleep I fear the static that pulses between us I fight with the logic that renders my conscious clean I hear the whispers that drag me in front of Facing my demons that keep laying waste to my mind It's careless to think I have the strength to comfort you When I'm not here, I'll never follow through I miss the feeling in my hands Where I am lost in the romance of Believing in my broken pretense I fear the static The pit of my stomach That pulses between us And pain in my chest Drown in my words