Five hundred and four hours   Reset and call for help   Reset    It still ticks   I've lost this round   In these flickers I should really be more careful   I'm wishing on shooting stars       When I'm in here I call it in   When I'm nowhere time will drift   When I'm here I call it in   When I'm nowhere it's fine      I'll just be drifting between two sides of the same ride   And when I talk aloud, I talk aloud      A glimpse of this room in which we stand   When I'm here I can't be way back there   Induced into this sinking   Standing, coming up hard   And who would ever believe that there's a distance in your eyes   Anyway, I'm fine      But it's leaving me in two minds all the time   And while I'm reaching along these cycles of hate   I hear in my heart that to give it a name would be wise   It's my personal demon that keeps me in line   And keeps me in real time   Keeps me right in line   And breaking her eyes upon me   I give her a chance to work it all out from the start   And who cares if there's barely a chance?   This therapy is enough to give me a taste   The hate of myself is replaced in the end with some hate and a dream of love      Good, I'm glad we've been this for    And I'm proud that we could praise and dream and start again   Good.    If I praise and drift so hard   It's fine   And it's all been mixed up good   If it's good - is what I'm feeling so absurd?   It's make or break time   I've cut the break, the loss, the take   And I'm full of fear of losing hold on life