Lyrics

Transfer to the mecca, where the sun will rise, to future laced with gray
Assembly line barista, got that dosage right, but I still feel the same,
So hold on, to something strong, the feeling’s gone, it’s wearing off
Dive into the flatness, dive with confidence, to my reflection, she’s asking full commitment, pure semantics though, I did not have the patience,

Every night I melt into your arms again, we’re not drifting far apart, I can never seem to move on.

The first story of silence goes to those who know, it’s awfully crowded, restore factory settings, forfeit innocence, ‘cause truce means truce girl
Closing doors, closing doors, open casting shadows for the leading role, of the discharged soldier, look before, retail store, cut you off the payroll, hurts to know, you’re a one trick pony boy
So hold on, to something strong, the feeling’s gone