Tolerance - Fog Lake

I built up a tolerance

To being this way

I’ve been chasing dragons for the race

Hunting for something I’ll never attain

I built up a tolerance

To coming back home

Hearing voices coming from the walls

Bags packed, just nowhere to get off

I built up a tolerance

To holding my breath

I got a pain I think I wanna forget

Fifteen dollars gets you where it gets

I built up a tolerance

To things that I miss

See you lying face down on the bed

Oil paint like blood on your hands

Oh, God, is that really all we’ll know?

I don’t want us both to die alone

Oh, God, is that really all we’ll know?

Poltergeists knocking at our door