Sick of this choking mist 

I loathe every surprise, I try to resist 

Clamping down on daily freedoms

Listening to empty souls

Got told to "dream on"

Cos I'll never fill this hole

Bored by the gradient days

I want my feelings sharp, my peaks to raise

Want to be a newspaper, that's solely slept on

Instead of being read

I want to bring people comfort

Not bring people dread

I've seen a better version of me

In this reality 

He comes and goes, when he pleases 

And rinses the pain out of my diseases 

When autumn comes before fall 

That will be, his final call 

When autumn comes before fall 

I will rest, let endings drawl 

Packed into sleepy laughs 

I form empty weekends, yet yearn to distract

My heart from the most brutal facts

Stuck lonely in her gaze 

Been told to "adapt"

To a life that'll never change

I've seen a better version of me

In some reality

He comes and goes, when he pleases

And rinses the joy out of my releases 

When autumn comes before fall 

That will be, his final call

When autumn comes before fall

I will rest, let endings drawl

When autumn comes before fall 

And I'm a little less appalled 

By my constant withdrawals 

That will be, his final - final call