Alone every night I don't feel right I can't decide What to do. I Try to describe What I'm feeling inside But my pen goes dry I'm calling it off Instead, I get high Stare in the eyes of Some girl from Prague Scared and lost Baring it all and Apparently home on The screen of my phone Now I'm calling it off I need a fucking jump, man I need something I need a fucking jump I need a fucking jump, man I need something I need a fucking jump If someone knows something Then probably they're lying Yeah, or living in a dream I'm living in a nightmare I could call it a day- What am I trying to say It's all gray in the gray That old fog of the brain I go soft in the paint and Stay sopped in the rain but Still could swallow the bay Oh I'm calling it off Back, trapped in the maze That body ablaze Refracted in pain My nowness has waned It takes valor to change Out of a pattern of shame Extract the air from the flame Now I'm calling it off I need a fucking jump, man I need something I need a fucking jump I need a fucking jump, man I need something I need a fucking jump (The thread is fraying Who are you Who are you to me?) If someone knows something Then probably they're lying Yeah, or living in a dream I'm living in a nightmare