Chemicals Make You Small

Face down in the back seat Try and catch your breath Tell me something’s wrong You feel like you’re dead Spend the hours waiting For your simple life to change Future is a metaphor For a past prearranged Things will never be the same No matter what you say Faces in the hallway Bouncing off the walls Chemicals in your mind Still make you feel small All the lies they told you Dead leaves on the ground One day you’ll disappear An echo to the sound Waiting for the sound Crashing to the ground Now there you are Like a star Collapsing far away Lost in the dark Where you are Floating out in space Now there you are Like a star Collapsing far away Lost in the dark Where you are Floating out in space Things will never be the same No matter what you say Waiting for the sound Crashing to the ground