I'm lacking any discipline
Pulling Strings
Typing up your skin of porcelain
Stopped listening
No longer need the sunlight
That night we had it will suffice

Infatuation is the perfect camouflage
A warm and temporary place to go

I'm lacking any confidence
Second guessing
Separate for perspective
Is there nothing left?
How I see, for weeks and weeks
Judged hastily, no patience

I've seen you under every sort of light
From ideal perfection to the darker side

You always were so good to me

I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
Well I have only one request
Wait until I'm gone

Is there nothing left
Is there nothing left
Is there nothing at all

I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
Well I have only one request

You always were
You always were
So good to me