Been losing myself in an image
In a world that's created for me
Devoid of all context and reason
Where any desire comes for free
Some notes taken down from the ceiling
Finding sounds that can suit every need
Held strong but the future's deceiving
Will it hurt when my scars start to bleed?
(chorus)
Still losing myself in this small room
As some facts stumble onto the ground
Dropped loose from the distance between us
I'll avoid every truth that's been found