God Help Me Video (MV)

I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
But God help me if it finds me

A closed door, a covered window, a bare mattress smelling of stale sweat
A scribbled inventory of bad things, heart-racing events
And some frights that haven't happened yet
A dead phone, an unscrewed light bulb
Running from the sound of footsteps on the stairs
Piles of bottles, unwashed dishes, greasy hair

I don't know what I'm hiding from
Missed call icons, unread mail
Open spaces, or solitude, or crowds
Or maybe bathroom scales

I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
God help me if it finds me

I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
God help me if it finds me
God help me anyway

The only thing that helps me breathe is ruining my lungs
It's ruining my tongue
I'm ruining everything and everyone
God help me, anyway

I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
God help me if it finds me

I don't know what I'm hiding from
I don't know what I'm hiding from
God help me if it finds me
God help me anyway