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