Garden State

The Garden State

Has never looked so pitiful and grey

As I awake to the garbage men today

I hope they take all of my old mistakes

'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own

My head, it spins

When I look at the mirror and spit at

The man I see with anchors for his eyes

I build my castles up in the sky

So when it rains, they melt away with shame

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

Is this all my fault that

I need a sign like shooting stars

To help connect the dots

and turn my cuts into scars?

All of my fears

are kept in check by the medicine I take

All of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent.

There will be a riot in my heart soon

It wants to be beneath the open sky

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

Is this all my fault that

I need a sign like shooting stars

To help connect the dots

and turn my cuts into scars?

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

Is this all my fault that

I need a sign like shooting stars

To help connect the dots

and turn my cuts into scars?

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

Is this all my fault that

I need a sign like shooting stars

To help connect the dots

and turn my cuts into scars?

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.