I feel my body getting grey like my concrete town

It's dessicating all of my future somehow

I tried to change, I tried it out

But they'd taken all the water out

I let the ceiling fall down from the sky

So I can see it changing from day into night

I need the dark, I need the light

But I'm surrounded by the walls inside

I feel the same

On my wasted days

I need to change

I need to change my wasted ways

I'd like to catch you and reel you in

I like the feeling of you crawling on my skin

Electricity is where you end and I begin

Oh my memory of black and white linoleum

I hold you close but let you out

The bradycardia of everything slowing down

I feel the same

On my wasted days

I need to change

I need to change my wasted ways

My wasted days have always been the same

Go to bed early, wake up late

I look in the mirror, see the same young face

Changing every day

If I could see me through your eyes

I'd set the scene and stabilise

I feel the same

On my wasted days

I need to change

I need to change my wasted ways

I feel the same

On my wasted days

I need to change

I need to change my wasted ways