Dead Letter Circus

Sometimes honesty gets in the way
How many turn around I
Feel like everyone's playing a game
I want to turn around
So when everything breaks, it's okay
I'm nervous now in the end
Sometimes honesty pulls me away
How many turns this round, I
Feel like everyone's playing the game
I'm certain now in the end
When you go home
To the same room
You stare at the space on the wall
And you know that in your mind
It's not right
It's all a mistake, come
--
I could just so easily fall in
It feels right
I stand closer
Across the building walls that, I
Can't see, the other side
It's --
When you go home
To the same room
You stare at the space on the wall