In My Sleep

I feel like a repeat in the backseat of you

Too much are the reasons i can't understand you

You're making a sentence i can't make out, like a radio

You're saying it all but i don't see that, i know that you lie

She talks to me in my sleep

Yea i know, i know you're somewhere in that

The tables turned around in my round in my room, yea i know and I want them back

I feel like a razor that's just on the edge of slicing my heart out and ill present it on illustrious orders that you make Out, you're not some stranger

I lust for some more words to depend on

I know that you lie.