It's not just a pain, the pain in my back
That lasts on my face, my face every night
Or the poison that took my lungs
That keeps me from feeling warm

How could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good

There's got to be more, much more than this
I've got pages of dreams, they're covered in piss
And the poison that took my soul
It keeps me from feeling anything

How could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good
And now I fight with the words
And now I fight with the words
And now I fight with the words

How could a rooftop view in London
Look just the same as one in Brooklyn?
Nothing has changed, but now I fight with words
And I can't see so good
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good)
And I can't see so good (I can't see so good)
And I can't see so good