Talking to the Ceiling

Talking to the ceiling, staring at the wall
 Searching for a feeling that I can't feel at all
 I know you told me I should let it, just forget it
 But I just can't let it go
 Talking to the ceiling, like it's the only thing I know
 'Cause
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here
 Lights are off, curtains drawn
 I'm still here
 I'm still fighting for what is real
 And what is make-believe
 Searching for a meaning in a broken memory
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here
 Still here, I'm still here
 Still here
 Talking to the ceiling, like he's my only friend
 Having trouble breathing, caught inside again
 Holding onto all the thoughts that keep me in this prison in my head
 Just talking to the ceiling again, again
 'Cause
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here
 Lights are off, curtains drawn
 I'm still here
 I'm still fighting for what is real
 And what is make-believe
 Searching for a meaning in a broken memory
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here
 I'm still here
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here
 Lights are off, curtains drawn
 I'm still here
 I'm still fighting for what is real
 And what is make-believe
 Searching for a meaning in a broken memory
 Everyone's going home
 I'm still here, I'm still here