Wither

I think we're getting to the end of something
And I can see the Sun is going down
I don't recognize these faces
I don't recognize these sounds

When I get that same old feeling again, it makes me wither away
Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say

Inside the lights are pleasant and sad
And everybody seems like strangers
There's nobody here I want to talk to anyway
And nobody here wants to talk to me

When I get that same old feeling again, it makes wither away
Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say

There's something strange today, and I stand still and let it get away

When I get that same old feeling again, it makes me wither away
Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say

I think we're getting to the end of something
I think we're getting to the end of something
I think we're getting to the end of something
I think we're getting to the end of something