I can't I can't I can't I can't get past the way to I'm always been around and hanging upside down Down... The drain with the keys to the attic with the lights out Washed away and replaced by the sound of the splitters Crashing to the floor I've been here before Freakshow in between I can't ignore All the fun Laying in the sun There's the scent of a couch A crack and a slouch I have to make some moves to fill these grooves I can't go on O-o-on thinkin' anyone will Wake me here before Before i end it all Choking on the leaves So bittersweet Is it true? Is it true? Alright I can't I can't I can't I can't get past the way to I'm always been around and hanging upside down Down... The drain with the keys to the attic with the lights out Washed away and replaced by the sound of the splitters Crashing to the floor I've been here before Choking on the leaves So bittersweet