Three steps from the drop-off My weight held in the underpin I feel myself start to nod off Another year, and I'm stuck here again Will this house stop humming Will the lights stay on Was help ever coming Did I do something wrong My life is swimming in sound Looping noise, unbearably loud It's routine, full contact Am I ever gonna get my life back This cycle I'm lost in, delirium in between a new spin Come chaos, from theory Is the schedule I wrote gonna save me Pictures from youth you start to ignore And the magnets on the fridge don't hold anymore Three feet from the bottom, my weightless body spins While I wait for autumn, another harsh winter begins Cover up in layers to keep the warmth inside There's barely any left, but there's nowhere else to hide Wringing out the words I misread Consciousness hanging by a thread Wonder what it's like to be dead Forced awake, keep living instead It's routine, full contact Am I ever gonna get my life back? This cycle I'm lost in, delirium in between a new spin Come chaos, from theory Is the schedule I wrote gonna save me? Pictures from youth you start to ignore And the magnets on the fridge don't hold anymore