Drained

Truth
Yeah I don’t want to be here
But there’s you
You seem to live inside my atmosphere

We might fall, we might break
We don’t give what we take
We just answer with questions
And make mistakes
Are you pure?
Are you marked?
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are?
(Do you know who you are now?)

I hope that you can see
The better sides of me
Am I your make believe?
Are you my everything?

Strange
We seem to live inside a cycle
I’m drained
Can feel us spinning round in circles

We grow old, we find hate
We don’t fix what we break
We’re malevolent, seething
Is it too late?
Are you pure?
Am I marked?
Do we know who we are?
Do we know who we are now?

I hope that you can see
The better sides of me
Am I your make believe?
Are you my everything?
Are you my everything?

(A sense of meaning is an orienting reflex)

I hope that you can see
The better sides of me
Am I your everything?
Are you my make believe?
Are you my make believe?

(Sometimes I feel like dust on your shelf
Everyday I live my life underground
I think that I can hear what I can’t see
Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in me?)