Liminal Spaces

Abandoned places from my dreams Faded plastic color schemes With a hint of neon so I can see in the dark Buried in collective consciousness These liminal spaces have a certain essence These pictures are haunted with the ghosts of the past That we can't stop searching for in mirror images now Now does it give your heart a twist? Does it make you feel like you don't even exist? Well I don't I don't I don't exist I don't I don't I don't exist Years of running in these halls Fluorescent bulbs buzz a lifeless song I haven't seen the sun since my past life The backrooms The backrooms of reality Is it naive sometimes I think maybe You could find me in this endless maze We could walk out together or at least share this pain Oh does it give your nerves a jolt? Does it (make you feel like shit) make you feel like girl it's all your fault Well it's not It's not It's not at all It's not It's not It's not at all Abandoned playland ball pit A vacant mall at three AM Hotel with no one in it Pool with no one swimming Empty arcade still in tact Classroom lights off, chairs all stacked I didn't slide down a rainbow to get in You'd never guess the hell and a half it's been Well I don't I don't I don't exist I don't I don't I don't exist I don't I don't I don't exist I don't I don't I don't exist