Stop, I don't want your time It's too late in the day You know, you're next in line I was on the phone last night, calling a friend I'm picturing the symptoms where this night never ends Holding onto something if it might let me free, I said When are you coming? When are you coming? Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere Stop, don't waste your time You're in over your head Wait 'til you're next in line I was on the phone last night, calling a friend I'm picturing the visions where I don't end up dead Holding onto something if it might let me free, I said When are you coming? When are you coming? Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere Well, I'm climbing from the basement The feelings are racing And I'm trying not to move again And caught up in your atmosphere