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