[Papa Roach] Decompression Period

I’m never there
For you or me
Can’t you read
The story of our lives?

Death to me
And life for you
Something isn’t right

And I need some space
To clear my head
To think about my life

And I can’t be alone

I just need some space
To clear my head
To think about my life
With or without you

We fight it out
We work it out
Give me some ti-i-ime

To unwind

I must confess
I’m falling apart
Breaking your heart
Crying with you on the phone

We’re walking
On thin ice
And I hope it doesn’t break

I just need some space
To clear my head
To think about my life
With or without you

We fight it out
We work it out
Give me some ti-i-ime
To unwind

We fight it out
We work it out
Give me some ti-i-ime
With or with out you

Mile by mile
We’re farther apart
And it’s one empty bottle
And two broken hearts

Night after night
We are falling apart
Now it’s two broken bottles
And four empty hearts

Decompression
Depression period
Decompression
Depression period

Decompression
Depression period
Decompression
Depression period

And I need some space
To clear my head
To think about my life
With or without you

I’m never there
For you or me
Can’t you read
The story of our lives?