Projectors

[Verse]
Pick up what's left of me
When I turn to ash
Turn away from the heat
And I'll watch your back
My eyes are sick of these walls
And no one could tell
Everyone except you called
Only if you knew how it felt
So what do you see
Before you sleep?
There's pictures on my eyelids
Projector screens
And terrible lighting
Muffled screams
Something's wrong, I don't like it
This is not me
What would you wear to a funeral?
To die in these clothes
In the end it's a cubicle
You and I know
I prepared for worst
But not like this
I lose and I hurt
Take me on
'Cause I won't—
I can't stay awake when you're gone