Texty: Ride. Going Blank Again.

All the things she said she did

I can't believe they're done

Won't these white sheets swallow me up

I just feel so young

Wormed your way inside my head

To muddle up my brain

I'm glazed over, no-ones home

I'm going blank again



Chairs and tables move around

But I just stay the same

Everybody's happy now

The room has gone insane

You can't put the blame on me

I left before I came

I'm glazed over, no-one's home

I'm going blank again