Common Cold
Tiny Moving Parts
My lungs
Need to act like windows
And open up
I
I can't
Breathe
Tell the furniture
To take off their costumes
I'm sick and tired
Of feeling empty in a crowded room
Being claustrophobic never felt so selfish
I know I'm not crazy
I would take anything to bypass my mood
But you can't consume what you're allergic to
I
I can't
I can't breathe
Turn the lights off, turn the lights off
I don't wanna see anything
Turn the lights off
Hope is all I need to bring
My lungs
Need to act like windows
And open up
I'll lay you by the door
You'll leak into the
You'll leak into the floor
You'll leak into the floorboards
I wanna hear you speak
Either you're shrinking or this place is expanding
Like scillas in the spring
An overdose of hope is all you need to bring
To the table
I've tried before
Try again
Impossible
Believe me
Believe you?
I don't believe in anything
Turn the lights off, turn the lights off
I don't wanna see anything
Turn the lights off
Hope is all I need to bring
To the table
I've tried before
Try again
Impossible
Believe me
Believe you?
I don't believe in anything
My lungs
Need to act like windows
And open up
My lungs
Need to act like windows
And open up
I don't believe in anything
I don't believe in anything
I don't believe in anything