Decompression Period — Papa Roach

Here today gone today Hurry up and wait I'm never there for you or me Can't you read the story of our lives Death to me and life for you Something isn't right And I need some space to Clear my head to think about My life

And I can't be alone

I just need some space To clear my head to think about my life With or without you

We fight it out We work it out Give me some time to unwind

I must confess I'm falling apart Breaking your heart Crying with you on the phone We're walking on thin ice I hope it doesn't break

Mile by mile we're farther apart And it's one empty bottle And two broken hearts Night after night we are falling apart Now it's two broken bottles And four empty hearts

Decompression Depression period