gray

great big world

gray big world

my fingers are bleeding with paper cuts 

from trying to read you

i'm losing who i think i am

the mess is piling up

no matter how you look at it

you'd think i've got my head on my shoulders but

it feels like im standind under a

guillonite

the executioner is masked

but i know who it is

the nights are always short

even when you stay awake

i never thought it'd come to this

stealing emotions from powders and pills

i blame it on you but

the executioner is masked

this is all i have

this is't good 

no matter how you read that sntence

you don't need to be alone 

in order to feel lonely

all it takes is a stranger

in the bus

talking on their phone

great big world

gray big world

tomorrow is a new day

it'll be exactly like today

gray 

gray

at the end of june

gray