On the back of my heels.
Things are starting to feel unreal again.
Exit in sight, but my feet are on the edge of quicksand.
I've got plans of running away.

She's been feeling alone.
I'm sitting too close to the fire.
I'm wary of hell in her eyes.
Can't take the heat.
***** that desire.
I cannot stay.

Sounds are getting too loud.
Colors are becoming too vivid.
It's all too bright.
I don't want this life.
Escape to a place where everything's black and white.