I've been on my own far too long again

Whistle along to the same old songs and I'm high again

But the high never lasts too long

And the feelings all felt wrong

When all that's left for you to do is run

Something along the lines of loneliness

But you're short of the confines of holiness

But the fear of God it fades

And the feeling you've been played

Is taking out the pin from the grenade

Hiding glances from the mirror

Bitter fruit straight from the vine

I feel like shit but rolled in glitter

And I can't find the time to wonder why

I've been on my own far too long again

Pacing the floors and crawling up the walls again

When the days roll into one

Being 'round me isn't fun

Now all that's left for you to do is run

Hiding glances from the mirror

Bitter fruit straight from the vine

I feel like shit but rolled in glitter

And I can't find the time to wonder why