Pretty buildings

I will dive into my sleep And I dream of the pretty buildings Wonder what's she's doing now And whether she's still living Telegraph your point of view And shepherd me from silence Sitting in this fit of rage I fall down from my pedestal I don't wanna feel this low again I ain't gonna steal your flame again I dont wanna feel... Cause you know it hurts like hell So come out of the closet Lets' talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell Flowers bloom in harmony And mix tapes from the 60's Fueled by the LSD He looks into his future I don't wanna feel this low again I ain't gonna steal your flame again I dont wanna feel... Cause you know it hurts like hell So come out of the closet Lets' talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell Morning came and I was dead Before I left for school We paint the smiles onto our heads And keep away from the animals And you know it hurts like hell So when you reach the top Just throw yourself off And you know it hurts like hell That's you in a nutshell That's you in a nutshell And you know it hurts like hell So come out of the closet Let's talk about it And you know it hurts like hell That's you in a nutshell That's you in a nutshell