Текст песни: Selective Memory Loss + перевод

Static stocking feet

on fuzzy beige plush shag.

Talking through commercials

and the standard sitcom lag.

A shock to my system

would be so incredibly welcome,

but the room just keeps on waiting.

The light just keeps on fading.

Tonight I won’t sleep.

I don’t want to dream.

I don’t own this life.

I don’t know what it means.

Tonight I won’t move.

I don’t want to feel.

I don’t know this place.

I don’t know what’s real.

Faking that I’m tired

so I’m left alone to pout.

Laying on the edge of comfort,

sagging soft with doubt.

A reason to revolt

would be everything I need,

but the air is stale and silent.

The darkness somehow violent.

Tonight I won’t sleep.

I don’t want to dream.

I don’t own this life.

I don’t know what it means.

Tonight I won’t move.

I don’t want to feel.

I don’t know this place.

I don’t know what’s real.

Won’t you show me

how my choices have made me a whore?

Can’t you dare me to stop

and not do this anymore?

Even casual suggestions,

or part-time interventions,

would be better than the quiet

of this pointless self-confession.

Tonight I won’t sleep.

I don’t want to dream.

I don’t own this life.

I don’t know what it means.

Tonight I won’t move.

I don’t want to feel.

I don’t know this place.

I don’t know what’s real.

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