Acetate - Metz

She’s barely breathing

I’m wading through puddles on the floor

We’re all moving backwards

Even dead men float

Another call for actors

This time it’s all she wrote

Take, take away these thoughts

Take, take away the fog

My head is swimming

Can’t get myself back through the door

How’d we get so empty?

Who took it out of you?

Everyday repeated

There’s nothing left to do

Take, take away these thoughts

Take, take away the fog

Acetate

Take away my dreams

Take, take my everything

I want you to take it away