It's so predictable, you left your thoughts outside your mind.
You're bending backwards. You're always wasting time knowing
you're not in this. You lost yourself in this empty room.
It's inconceivable how every heartache ends in lies. It's overbearing.
Is no one listening? The mind wonders chasing problems.
At night you're lost in this empty mood.

I've had this feeling in my gut so long I barely notice.
I've heard this ringing in my ears so loud. I'm lost, unfocused.
Even if you ever try, your heart is weak and so is mine, so cold.

Retreat inside yourself, the worried world you've left behind.
It's always raining, Ohio's freezing.
There's no Winter, movie sunsets. 
You can't find hope if you can't find truth.