Days Move Slow

Sometimes when I zone out at night

I forget you're out of sight

Like living before you were gone

So I read up on the afterlife

I don't believe in Jesus Christ

Just somewhere we can all belong

And days move slow

I'm living in the same black hole

But there's flowers on your grave that grow

Somethings gotta change, I know

And I'm stuck somewhere in between

Your death and my lucid dream

I'm no help lately, I know

But I'm tired of trying to prove my worth

To be accepted on this earth

Baby, I'm ready to go

And days move slow

I'm living in the same black hole

But there's flowers on your grave that grow

Somethings gotta change, I know

And days move slow

I'm living in the same black hole

But there's flowers on your grave that grow

Somethings gotta change, I know