Stop, I don't want your time
It's too late in the day
You know, you're next in line

I was on the phone last night, calling a friend
I'm picturing the symptoms where this night never ends
Holding onto something if it might let me free, I said
When are you coming? When are you coming?

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere

Stop, don't waste your time
You're in over your head
Wait 'til you're next in line

I was on the phone last night, calling a friend
I'm picturing the visions where I don't end up dead
Holding onto something if it might let me free, I said
When are you coming? When are you coming?

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere

Well, I'm climbing from the basement
The feelings are racing
And I'm trying not to move again
And caught up in your atmosphere