See Ya Later

I left my heart at home

Somewhere, I don't know

Fed it to the lions

In some act of violence

I'm feeling vague and I can't seem to concentrate

On things that matter most; I'm slipping into the unknown

I'm no more

I'm not around

To hold your hand

We're strangers, I'm sorry

I'm not around

To hold your hand

The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me

I don't think I'm supposed to be happy here

The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me

I don't think I'm supposed to be happy here

So I run away from this, from myself

I drift with the wind

The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep

The branches stop to ask:

When are you coming back?

The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep

The branches stop to ask:

When are you coming back?

And I wake up and fucking spit in their face

Just because we're rooted doesn't mean we're in place

The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep

The branches stop to ask:

When are you coming back?

At night I drift away

At night I drift away

At night I drift away

At night I drift away