Personal Hell

Sylvia, I know your secret's out

It's the vice around your neck, it's all you ever talk about

But if you let me be your confidant i'll keep it to myself

With the plans for years of building out your own personal hell

So you set the scene in cinematic hues

Yeah, when you're used to feeling used you let

A softer voice cut through

And start dreading everyone that you've committed yourself to

And it seems like opting out might be the safest thing to do

And if you stick to the script as an easy way out

Then I would come up with new ways of letting you down

To the ground, where I'll stand with my head in the sand

Just let me sleep through all of my alarms again

And so I caught you at the start of something new

Taking stock of what you got under the white hot moon

Knowing better than to speak in absolutes

By the time you turned your back on singing the same old tired tunes

With a fear of missing out

Because everything that happens seems to happen somewhere else

Without you, without you

I wanna know what that's like

It's like I don't even have it

I wanna feel what you felt

Don't wanna just understand it

I wanna stand where you stood

I wanna reach out and grab it

I wanna feel what you felt

Don't wanna just understand it

But that's an easy way out

And I will come up with new ways of letting you down

To the ground, where I'll stand with my head in the sand

Just let me sleep through all of my alarms again