Monday mourning
I awake with my head in my hands
Its distorting
Lie awake everynight in despair

And i wonder...
...how it came to this?
And i wonder..
...when i'll break....

Its a sign of weakness you see
An earl grey nightmare
Calls out to me...

Boil everything, boil little boy
Boil everything, boil silly boy.

I cant live like this anymore
I cant see my face anymore

Killing myself one grey sip at a time
And i lost the path somewhere
Lost the road somewhere
Im drowning
In a cold
Dead
Grey
Ocean.