Текст песни Outta Hand

They say that you want what you can't have But I take it to heart, the thought it drives me mad At night it gets worse Follow suit to the things that make so I'm told that you get what you deserve But I take it to heart Forgot what I learned Lost time, outta hand Follow suit to the things that let me go Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me Telling stories best kept behind these lips But when the walls start to cave in The tally marks that I left will represent All the days that I spent wondering They call it karma but it's something that I never wanted To take the time to fully understand At night it gets worse, Follow suit to the things that make me so Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me Telling stories best kept behind these lips But when the walls start to cave in The tally marks that I left will represent All the days that I spent wondering Wraping my head around it There's ground beneath my feet But somehow I keep sinking There's air inside my chest But I am barely breathing I need a sedative but I can't swallow it, so I crush it up I need a sedative but I can't swallow it, so I crush it up Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me Telling stories best kept behind these lips But when the walls start to cave in The tally marks that I left will represent All the days that I spent wondering