I can feel the warmth of my hands
Upon my face, and it stops me
From looking out

Here's to hoping that maybe one day
I might see past myself

Today, I don't have it in me to wait
So I'll dig up my plan to escape
We are breaking in half
The wait pulls us apart

Now we know why the clock has just stopped
Time isn't moving 'cause the battery is fucked
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost

We'd overran by months when we crawled off the stage
And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
Said we've already lost the plot
Now we're losing our way

We are homemade
We are helpless
We are dead-weights
We're not sinking
Just going nowhere

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty fucking downbeat

Today, I don't have it in me to wait
So I will dig up my plan to escape
We are breaking in half
The wait pulls us apart

Now we know why the clock has just stopped
Time isn't moving 'cause the battery is fucked
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost

We'd overran by months when we crawled off the stage
And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
Said we've already lost the plot
Now we're losing our way

This unhealthy obsession is a means to our end
All that I have broken I am desperate to mend
I've lost sight of everyone and everything other than this

We've already lost the plot
Now we're losing our way
Said we've already lost the plot
Now we're losing our way