Somehow better without this Headlights fuck the city Somewhere I’m broken No sensations nevermore Somehow I never leave this deadhouse Somehow I don’t mind being gone And if you really think you’ve seen me I have to prove you that you’re wrong What do you say and when you speak? I sense no time Discouraged television sleep Not awake until it’s dark Somehow I never leave this deadhouse Somehow I don’t mind being gone And if you really think you’ve seen me I have to prove you that you’re wrong Somehow I never leave this deadhouse Somehow I don’t mind being gone And if you really think you’ve seen me I have to prove you that you’re wrong