I keep shedding my friends like the pigment in my skin
As each day leaving a bigger hole than I try to fill that day
And I call this the art of transparency
But at least this emperor has the clothes to wear when I declare
That I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
I’m done fucking around
I’m done dancing on the grave of past mistakes and relationships I burned at the stake
Yeah, I’ve buried more bones than my body can hold
But I’m digging them up, digging them up
Yeah, I wrote the requiem
‘Cause I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
Yeah I’m though call it running away, call it whatever you think, call it what you want
‘cause I’m through …
Yeah I’m through …
So, call it running away, call it anything you want