Fifth-teen

I'm so used to the sound of silence.
I'll wake up at the end of heaven.
Dead to the road.
I'm walking backwards.
Still feels incomplete but I'm at peace.

I'm buried in my bed
You have pictures in my head
Hear my silence inside.
Just couldn't bring back a day.
Yeah, I miss you.

Counting to the days where I left off.
Reaching an unreachable moment.
I don't know how this is for you...
Don't blame yourself...