I was lying You never weighted me down A hardwood floor I should have forgotten by now What's got into me? My foolish self Lacking oxygen to breathe in now From the floor the foundation A body bleak Caught up in the roof again When I measure it out A head in the sink When I figure this out I watched stairs as hands moved up The atmosphere clung to the air Is your face in everything? I was lying Life felt off and I was down A carpet floor I should have forgotten by now What's got into me? Off a shelf Left in the lawn Without oxygen to breathe in now Regarding this I'm Regarding this I'm I feel out of it I watched stairs as hands moved up The atmosphere clung to the air