Like A Ritual

First time in a while that everything is fine
I’ve lied to you, been lying to myself all the time

And your voice in the back of my head wishing things could be quiet

And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual

I’d stop and stare imagining that you’d be there
I’d spend my days wasting my time constantly

And your voice in the back of my head wishing things could be quiet

And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual