idle time is a devil's plaything
calculate what's here inside me
chest pains and short-breathings
a small habit i want to stop
what a cheap the whole thing was
consider it's over
let me inside
keep pretending i'm a sober guy
consider sober
I don't want to lie
wont you paint me a clear blue sky

been fighting all my life
burning words and cigarettes
i wear as my disguise
and if only you could hear me
When I find my lungs empty
Want to see you smile again
to never tell another lie

When you turn your back
ill do it again
this self-affliction won't be the end
When the lights go out
i'll be in denial