With these expressions are we wasting our mind? I'm scared of living, of living a borrowed life I'm standing waiting somewhere in between I know I've seen it but I still don't know what it means... it means... it means... You're always pushing me to make a plan The more I leave it the more I want to cut off my hands But if there's somewhere I can finally breathe I don't care where it is or even if it's in me So is this time for making sense Under the glassy sky it's time to repent So when I'm asking is it me that is wrong I'm just not thinking these thoughts that I've thought for too long... for too long... for too long... So far away, I miss you Gotta find a way to kiss you (repeat)