`I'm

go-

ing

out

sleep-

walking

Where

mute

memo-

ries

st-

art

tal-

king

The

boss

that

couldn't

help

but

hurt

you

And

the

pretty

thing

he

made

de-

sert

you

I'm

going

out

now

like

a

ba-

by

A

naive

un-

sa-

tis-

fiab-

le

ba-

by

Grab-

bing

on-

to

wha-

tever's

aro-

und

For

the

soaring

high

or

the

cru-

shing

do-

wn

With hidden

cracks

that

don't

show

But

that

co-

ns-

tantly

just

g-

row

I'm

looking

for

the

man

that

attacked

me

While

ev-

ery-

body

was

laug-

hing

at

me

You

beat

it

in

me

that

part

of

you

But

I'm

gon-

na

split

us

ba-

ck

in

two

Tired

of

li-

ving

in

a

cloud

If

you're

gonna

say

shit

now

you'll

do

it

out

loud

It's

two

forty

five

in

the

morning

And

I'm

put-

ting

my-

se-

lf

on

warning

For

wak-

ing

up

in

an

un-

known

place

With

a

re-

col-

lec-

tion

you've

half

erased

Loo-

king

for

some-

bo-

dy's

arms

to

Wa-

ve

aw-

ay

past

harms

I'm

wal-

king

out

on

center

cir-

cle

The

both

of

you

can

just

fade

to black

I'm

wal-

king

out

on

cen-

ter

circle

Been

pus-

hed

away

and

I'll

never

go

back