TV

Take me higher

To that holy fire

I can't find the spirit anymore

The sun is setting

And these days are getting

Harder just to make it out the door

And I'm

Staring at the TV

Like something's gonna reach me

Like someone's gonna turn and call my name

Drowning in my own bed

Locked up in my own head

Waiting on a color besides this gray

Secret places

And the ragged faces

Find me in the mirror every time

A faded city

Used to shine so pretty

Now she's just a broken highway sign

And I'm

Staring at the TV

Like something's gonna reach me

Like someone's gonna turn and call my name

Drowning in my own bed

Locked up in my own head

Waiting on a color besides this gray

And I can feel the fire

Dancing on a wire

But honey I can see the long way down

Screaming at the TV

Like can't somebody see me

Spend another day in lost and found