Page - Live from Deborah’s Living Room

I'm a half-read story, I was fine on the shelf

Why did you take me down as if I needed your help?

No prior warning, no one to catch when I fell

Now that you're not around, ain't doing so well

Do I look like a monster underneath all my skin?

I wanna cut all this open 'til I'm feeling something

Now I'm tracing the cracks, so I can't let the light in

I'm in love with the ghost of you

Better luck next year, there's nothing left here

Why am I constantly searching, feeling unsettled?

Living in hell, pretending it's heaven

Head spin, maybe I'm destined to be

Always lonely, alone, a loser, pathetic

Maybe tomorrow will be better

But I'm stuck on the page

But I'm stuck on the page

But I'm stuck on the page

I'm a half-read story, better off in the fire

Now I feel like the fool haunted by desire

For a moment of glory I would risk all I am

I look at what we had and I don't understand

Do I look like a monster underneath all my skin?

I wanna cut all this open 'til I'm feeling something

Now I'm tracing the cracks, can't let the light in

I'm in love with the ghost of you

Better luck next year, there's nothing left here

Why am I constantly searching, feeling unsettled?

Living in hell, pretending it's heaven

Head spin, maybe I'm destined to be

Always lonely, alone, a loser, pathetic

Maybe tomorrow will be better

But I'm stuck on the page

But I'm stuck on the page

Stuck on the page

But I'm stuck on the page