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The Garden State

Has never looked so pitiful and grey

 As I awake to the garbage men today

 I hope they take all of my old mistakes

 'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own

My head, it spins

When I look at the mirror and spit at

 The man I see with anchors for his eyes

 I build my castles up in the sky

 So when it rains, they melt away with shame

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

 Is this all my fault that

 I need a sign like shooting stars

 To help connect the dots

 and turn my cuts into scars?

All of my fears

 are kept in check by the medicine I take

 All of the guards are scared there’s rumors of dissent.

 There will be a riot in my heart soon

 It wants to be beneath the open sky

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

 Is this all my fault that

 I need a sign like shooting stars

 To help connect the dots

 and turn my cuts into scars?

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

 Is this all my fault that

 I need a sign like shooting stars

 To help connect the dots

 and turn my cuts into scars?

Here I am

Looking down at the bottom of the glass

 Is this all my fault that

 I need a sign like shooting stars

 To help connect the dots

 and turn my cuts into scars?

My regrets are what keep me still alive,

I need to make up for all the lies.