Oh, hey! Hello, how are you?
How do you like the view?
In here, no one can bother you
Well isn't that too good to be true
And this room is where you'll stay
No one to drag you away
But it's turned into your grave
Your quiet, desperate mistake
Well this comfort has taken it's hold on you
Atrophy slowly devolving you
You'll never get these days back
Do you understand that?
You're held up weeks in a haze when
It could be your last breath
You'll never get these days back
Do you understand that?
You're spending weeks in a daze when
It could be your last breath
Well you're better than never
You're better off late than never
But you love this weather
So how could you, why would you ever?
And if only you stay
Then things will never change
It's your perfect Sunday
Your afternoon of shame
Well this comfort has taken it's hold on you
Apathy has become your point of view
Well this comfort has taken its toll on you
Atrophy slowly destroying you
You'll never get those days back
Do you understand that?
You're held up weeks in a haze when
It could be your last breath
You'll never get those days back
Do you understand that?
You're spending weeks in a daze when
It could be your last breath
