Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Got mud on my face that I cant get clean
Feel whole, but I rip at the seams
If I cant get you away from me
Taking showers every hour and I choke on steam
Writing on the mirrors and the space between
All so tall, it broke the fourth wall
Guess our fairy tale had a few plot holes
Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Another bad dream, another bad dream
Another bad dream, another bad dream
Another bad dream, another bad dream
Breathe, cold, another bad dream
Got mud on my face that I cant get clean
Feel whole, but I rip at the seams
If I cant get you away from me
Taking showers every hour and I choke on steam
Writing on the mirrors and the space between
All so tall, it broke the fourth wall
Guess our fairy tale had a few plot—