a million messages

I've been Waiting for your call all night And I've sent A million messages I've had A stomach full of swords and knives Then I heard You're one your own again How terrible the fall I wish that I could ask Are you okay now? Is he in your hands? Damned if I'm not wrong Skipping on our plans You never missed me too In my living room I Dance inside my head And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds Dance inside my head And I'll pretend that you called And told me you would be home late Dance inside my head And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds Dance inside my head And I'll pretend that you called And told me you would be home late (Cut ties) (On the west side) (Survive) (Sittin' the wayside) (I can't) (Even explain my) (Night doesn't make sense) (No reparations) (I, I, I) (It doesn't make sense) (Gone by light) (No reparations) (I, I, I) (I, I, I) Pack it up and wait until I'm hit up by a solar beam I would love to say that what you told me took a part of me And I don't think I'm fine Says a part of me It's used to the same things Not used to the chain game Had to put a foot in the door to make a way Passion spilled my drink on the floor and left a stain May we take a minute to talk about how you changed It's a mind trick You're a virus On the inside Dance inside my head And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds Dance inside my head And I'll pretend that you called And told me you would be home late Dance inside my head And let the monsters in the bottle come and tear me to shreds Dance inside my head And I'll pretend that you called And told me you would be home late (Cut ties) (On the west side) (Survive) (Sittin' the wayside) (I can't) (Even explain my) (Night doesn't make sense) (No reparations) (I, I, I) (It doesn't make sense) (Gone by light) (No reparations) (I, I, I) (No reparations) (I, I, I) Winter, so many red faces Molly, but only on occasion Mirror, begging me to face it Money, telling me to chase it Spun around my room, naked Snow under my feet, amazing Dance without a soul for entertainment Dance without a soul for entertainment Winter, so many red faces Molly, but only on occasion Mirror, begging me to face it Money, telling me to chase it Spun around my room, naked Snow under my feet, amazing Dance without a soul for entertainment