Acetate

She's barely breathing I'm wading through puddles on the floor We're all moving backwards Even dead men float Another call for actors This time it's all she wrote Take, take away these thoughts Take, take away the fog My head is swimming Can't get myself back through the door How'd we get so empty? Who took it out of you? Everyday repeated There's nothing left to do Take, take away these thoughts Take, take away the fog Acetate Take away my dreams Take, take my everything I want you to take it away