When you're laying in your bed
All alone at night
Do you see the lines
The lines drawn through your room
They cut through every object
Do you see them as I do
They are cracks
Your world is slowly crumbling and breaking
It must be your heart, soul, or body that's aching
Will you be ready when it all falls apart
You've found the place where you belong
But yet again everything just feels wrong
It's not your fault
It is what it is
When you're laying in your bed
All alone at night
Do you see the lines
The lines drawn through your room
They cut through every object
Do you see them as I do
Everything is drawn
To mold together like clay
It's so fragile to the touch
It's so easy to break
The world around us is dying
It falling to pieces
It's almost as silent as passionate kisses
But it's far from sweet
It's a taste of bitterness
It's a required taste
