When are you coming home? House bathes in silence.
I'm lying in bed, sheets laced in sweat and defiance.
People live their lives, mines a sleepless depravity.
In the distance, I hear the soothing sound of uncertainty.
Theres only chaos left, and the damage done.
A million little things and none.
Please don't take me yet, am I far too gone?
A million little things
Despite how heavy my weight, I'll carry your fate.
And pay for my mistakes, as my spirit breaks.
Lips are cracked and frayed, analyse impurities.
Daylight shines through the blinds, illuminates monotony.
Theres only chaos left, and the damage done.
A million little things and none.
Please don't take me yet, am I far too gone?
A million little things and none.
Theres only chaos left, and the damage done.
A million little things and none.
Please don't take me yet, am I far too gone?
A million little things
And none!
And none!
And none!
And none!
There's only chaos left!
There's only chaos left!"