Curtain Call

My windows are open
Why is the city so loud?
When the chaos is over
What the hell will we do now?
Kicking and screaming
I just wanna find a way out
My heart's barely beating
I'm just tryna move through this crowd

I'm so tired of feeling so weak
I may not be dying
But it seems to be killing me

The streets have been crying
But nobody's hearing the sound
The voices on TV
Have drawn a line straight through this town
This dirt-covered ceiling
Can hear you and you're underground
Your pain, I can feel it
I wish I could just tune it out

I'm so tired of feeling so weak
My body is exhausted
But my mind can't fall back asleep
I have found sickness I can't see
I may not be dying
But this year's been the death of me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I may not be dying
But this year's been the death of me