What the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?

Pretended not to see your message or your call

You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?

Pretended not to see your message or your call

I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it

I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I

Framed the picture but I never hung it up though

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever good enough though

The feeling’s cut throat

I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance

I ain’t ever want to try this again

I’ve been on my own time falling

I’ve been painting shadows in the sky

I wish I could control my thoughts when

Everything is shattered into white lies

But you hit me on the side

Told me everything is different in your life

I said that time flies

Just so I could fill the silence

Cause I couldn’t think of trying again

You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?

Pretended not to see your message or your call

I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it

I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I

Framed the picture but I never hung it up though

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever good enough though

The feeling’s cut throat

I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance

I ain’t ever want to try this again

I've been on my own time stalling

Rearranging memories in vain

I wish I could disown my thoughts when

Disillusioned reveries are played out

I can’t make up an escape

I hate reality it patiently awaits

For when it rains out

Just to make a reappearance

And I hate I had to hear it again

I live inside of this portrait

Repainted lines are distorted

Retrace the past and ignore it

My thoughts have always been hectic

My words are thin and deceptive

You turned me into a skeptic

You asked me what the hell is up with the obsession with the fall?

Pretended not to see your message or your call

I put new strings on the Tele but I barely even play it

I swear over time every lie became a mosaic and I

Framed the picture but I never hung it up though

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever good enough though

The feeling’s cut throat

I ain’t lying I’ve been dying in defiance

I ain’t ever want to try this again