Woorden: Jonathan Blake. Other. Novocaine.

Comfort in nothing at all
Is better than the darkness when night falls
She turned away and said "i'm dying slow"
I told her "tell me something that i don't know"

Well shit gets hard when you feel you have to lie
And even harder when you feel it's justified

I don't know what to say
I'm better off this way
I'm better off blindfolded today
Novocaine in my veins
It takes away the pain
It keeps me from going insane
I'm better off this way

A tear streamed down her beautiful face
And i felt no pain, not even a trace
It's the fifth time this week she has cried
That makes it the fifth time this week that i have died

Well shit gets hard when you feel you feel you have to lie
And even harder when you feel it's justified

I don't know what to say
I'm better off this way
I'm better off blindfolded today
Novocaine in my veins
It takes away the pain
It keeps me from going insane
I'm better off this way

The distance between fake and real
Is the distance between what you can and can't feel
And the cold that pumps through my veins
Is here to preserve these remains, Oh

I don't know what to say
I'm better off this way
I'm better off blindfolded today
Novocaine in my veins
It takes away the pain
It keeps me from going insane

I don't know what to say
I'm better off this way
I'm better off blindfolded today
Novocaine, Novocaine
Pumping through these ice cold, bloodless veins
I'm better off this way
End