It's the colour of the ceiling

Every time I wake your face is all I see for a minute

It's the carbon that I'm breathing

Every gasp of air I take just loosens my knees do you get it

I know it's strange you got me

Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control

Everybody's down for my groove

All of them are buying but you

Well it's never enough

You just keep slipping through my fingers and

Feels like someone dropped the floor out

Migrate all the masses down to cushion my fall

But it stretches twenty miles down

All the good intentions won't protect me at all when

I'm going insane you got me

Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control

Everyone is down for my groove

All of them are buying but you

Well it's never enough

You just keep slipping through my fingers and

I don't see nothing left to cling to