​​a million messages

[Verse 1]
I've been waitin' for your call all night
And I've sent a million messages
I've had a stomach full of swords and knives
Then, I heard you're on your own again
How terrible the fall, I wish that I could ask
Are you okay now? Is he in your hands?
Damned if I'm not wrong, I'm skipping on our plans
You never missed me, too, in my living room, I

[Chorus]
Dance inside my head (Head)
And let the monsters in the bottle
Come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head (Head)
And I'll pretend that you called
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head (Head)
And let the monsters in the bottle
Come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head (Head)
And I'll pretend that you called
And told me you would be home late

[Post-Chorus]
Cut ties (Cut ties) on the west side (West side)
Survive (Survive), sittin' the wayside (On the wayside)
I can't (I can't) even explain my (Even explain my)
Night doesn't make sense, no reparations
I-I-I, it doesn't make sense
Gone by light, no reparations
I-I-I, I-I-I

[Verse 2]
Pack it up and wait until I'm hit up by a solar beam
I would love to say that what you told me took a part of me
"And I don't think I'm fine", says a part of me
It's used to the same things, not used to the chain game
Had to put a foot in the door to make a way
Passion spilled my drink on the floor and left a stain
May we take a minute to talk about how you changed?
It's a mind trick, you're a virus on the inside

[Chorus]
Dance inside my head (Head)
And let the monsters in the bottle
Come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head (Head)
And I'll pretend that you called
And told me you would be home late
Dance inside my head (Head)
And let the monsters in the bottle
Come and tear me to shreds
Dance inside my head (Head)
And I'll pretend that you called
And told me you would be home late

[Post-Chorus]
Cut ties (Cut ties) on the west side (West side)
Survive (Survive), sittin' the wayside (On the wayside)
I can't (I can't) even explain my (Even explain my)
Night doesn't make sense, no reparations
I-I-I, it doesn't make sense
Gone by light, no reparations
I-I-I, no reparations
I-I-I

[Outro]
Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, beggin' me to face it
Money, tellin' me to chase it
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment
Dance without a soul for entertainment
Winter, so many red faces
Molly, but only on occasion
Mirror, beggin' me to face it
Money, tellin' me to chase it
Spun around my room, naked
Snow under my feet, amazing
Dance without a soul for entertainment