Tired but still restless, Life is becoming hazy, Things are getting strange And you're still somehow here And I want you to leave But I do everything I can To make you stay. Fatalism is my best friend, Inevitability my worst enemy. Not sure if it was the fire in me But I could've felt the storm coming And now that it has passed I am left wet and cold With the laughter of a madman. I want you to leave But I still lock the door And pretend I have lost the key. What are you still doing here?