Sour Times

there's an ache, in my chest
where my virtues used to lie
I can't even rest
without the voices in my head

telling me I can never change
that all I'll ever be
is a dreamer that always sleeps
I fight to get to sleep
my nightmares are awake
and they're watching from the walls

oh

and I'm back to where I started again
I'm a fool for thinking things could change
My blood tastes of sour times
like the times I lived before
and I'm back to where I started again
I'm a fool for thinking things could change
My blood tastes of sour times
like the times I lived before

and the devil's calling on the phone
I have no number but it always rings
a loving voice whispering
To me

telling me I can never change
that all I'll ever be
is a dreamer that always sleeps
I fight to get to sleep
my nightmares are awake
and they're watching from the walls

and I'm back to where I started again
I'm a fool for thinking things could change
My blood tastes of sour times
like the times I lived before

Climbing up the mountains of stairs that never end
Hiding myself from the fear I couldn't tend to

and I'm back to where I started again
I'm a fool for thinking things could change
My blood tastes of sour times
like the times I lived before
and I'm back to where I started again
I'm a fool for thinking things could change
My blood tastes of sour times
like the times I lived before