Wake from Viewing by Stay Inside

No more dance floors.
Fake a smile or whatever feels right.
No more cold wars.
Stay a while or whatever feels right.

I never planned to do this on my own,
and I won't let you die alone, or at least I hoped.
So play the songs that you play
when you're falling asleep,
and bury every single secret that you're trying to keep.

Now you're spread out like a sheet on a bed,
soaked with ocean that leaked from my head,
and you’re sinking through the bedroom floor
to find the silence you were looking for.

Dead set on an ending,
it's a little less pressure on you.
No use in pretending,
a jump scare out of the blue.
Embracing the structure,
one less move to make.
Protection's a virtue
crushed beneath your wake.

I'll be alright with it,
if you're alright with it,
I'll be alright with it.

Not scared of nothing or nowhere.
Just want to be sure you'll be there.

• Brooklyn
• Rock
• emo
• indie
• new york city
• post-hardcore
• New York