Off White

Sun's rising still I can't see straight
Is there anything that nice to see anyway
You never know what tomorrow brings
Don't wanna fake it
Don't want you to fail
You packed your things for the worst vacation
Try not to think about it on the way
You packed your things but the worst's still to come
This black stain sure is hard to wash away
It's growing, that's all we know
Climbing up your throat
Sick of these walks in off white halls
You got my word
You're almost home
The feelings all around, in every silence I hear its sound