In this town where everybody's half a person, trying to be whole
You're sleeping heavy, holding out without a purpose dying to need more
It can be so hard to be awake and realize you're broken but
If it's true that everybody's half a person
Seems like a free for all
Just wound up in the fiber of the only little boy skipping stones
Stuck counting minutes since you left not ready yet to live alone
Can't stop long enough to know what I've forgotten, just wanna be home
How things are now it leaves me certainly uncertain caught in a free for all
Somewhere down the line the mask you wore turned out to be the one that
Kept me coming back to all the times I couldn't
After all
Just wound up in the fiber of the only little boy skipping stones
Full circle hiding since you left not ready yet to die alone
