Flying Object

I've been losing time for days Wishing that you would go away You really got some kind of nerve I guess we got what we deserved I feel a pressure in my lungs I feel a tension in my mouth Now every word's reversed And every whisper is a shout In the hollows of my heart In the backroads of my brain Some part of me dreamed you up Some part of me is to blame There's a black hole in my heart It will sweep you all inside And drag you through my veins You will never be the same In the hollows of my heart In the backroads of my brain Some part of me dreamed you up Some part of me is to blame