Feel the heat of the sun on my skin
But I'm not warm
Turn the key, step on in, rest my head
But I'm not home
There's nothing for me here
There's nothing for me here
My friends
There's nothing for me here
Feel the heat of the sun on my skin
But I'm not warm
Turn the key, step on in, rest my head
But I'm not home
There's nothing for me here
There's nothing for me here
My friends
There's nothing for me here
At all; at all
"Sometimes, I think I've felt everything I'm ever gonna feel
And from here on out I'm not gonna feel anything new
Just lesser versions of what I've already felt"
Every day from the out looking in
Like a cell phone
Pinch my skin, like a dream
But my mind is in the ozone
I wish that I was here
I wish that I was here
My love
I was that I was here
At all; at all