v: esus g esus a
c: d a g

came back to a place
can hardly call it home
strangers in the living room
i'm sitting all alone

voices on the phone
people are just memories
letters calling back
to where i do not know

chorus:
it's just too comfortable for me x 4

back to seeing city lights
not ready for the stimulus
no idea what drives them all
satisfaction's repititon

push myself to the edge
where pain meets something new
i'll just get a little wet
feel it cold on my skin

the only one i know is me
no one else can get inside
confident in who i am
escaped from external eyes

life is like a swimming pool
chlorine stings my eyes
sterility breeds boredom
treading water breaks me down