i live in the irrational. no one here gets comfortable
if i could, i'd let you in
drink you up like medicine
but i don't need a cure. the cured are all so bored
and i'd be doin' you an injustice to drain you

yeah, i've been thinking, and drinking,
and then i went and thought some more
and i thought you should know
what's been drugging and dragging and draining me down

baby i need this. i'm fighting my demons
there has to be a place i can go
if you put me back to sleep, they'll eat me piece by piece

cuz i've got some people, but i ain't got time
now i managed some time, but it ain't mine
and i know you're mine and i guess that's fine
but it's a real fine line between a doubt and lie
and i guess i would be lying if
i said i wasn't treading that line.

baby i need this. i'm fighting my demons
there has to be a place i can go
if you put me back to sleep, they'll eat me piece by piece

and maybe this could last forever
if it does, it gets no better,
and if this gets no better,
if i don't write this letter,
it'll drag you on a tether off into the distance
to a place filled with ghosts from your future
and when it's done you'll fucking scream your head off
everything you knew was in a jar locked in your stomach
and when it has to open,
all the love and villains that you kept inside
will have to make sure you're alright,
then say goodbye