Beige - nothing,nowhere.

And even still\nThe same three words that you said live inside my head\nWatch the plaster peel and the roots take hold of this bed\nI know that it’s hard, but the dirt covers you either way\nThe irony of the words that you say to my face\nFall never came this year\nWe used to feel much closer\nAnd I never got that closure\nAll those nights I couldn’t speak\nFading fast, my hands are weak\nI can’t seem to get much better (I can’t seem to get much better)\nAnd all I know\nThings were better\nBreathing on my own\nWait\nDon’t leave me just yet\nI’ve been losing sleep with all the things I never said\nStay\nLiving in my head\nI’ve been losing sleep with all the things I never said\nAnd I can’t blame myself\nPushing back the help\nI never meant for it to get this bad (It's all the same)\nAnd it’s so calculated\nThe way it starts\nAnd the way I fall apart\nI can’t seem to get much better (I can’t seem to get much better)\nAnd all I know\nThings were better\nBreathing on my own\nWait\nDon’t leave me just yet\nI’ve been losing sleep with all the things I never said\nStay\nLiving in my head\nI’ve been losing sleep with all the things I never said\nI’ve been losing sleep with all the things I never said