What If...? - Dwelling

I'm holding the door open to see through how about you I'm tired of Waiting for the comfort of pleasure down below I've had enough I take The back routes I know

I am all alone and I see you waiting by the phone in my dreams in my dreams put your past on hold I'm dying inside put your blood Sweat and tears on a line out

You and me deserve to be here without you here I couldn't see myself Anywhere just a toy on the shelf Switch your roll tight put your hands in the air I just ca

One thought one misconception you hold my body close I think I'm losing my grip I think I'm losing control your fear is my obsession kind hearts inside are cold