The Garden State
Has never looked so pitiful and grey
As I awake to the garbage men today
I hope they take all of my old mistakes
'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own

My head, it spins
When I look at the mirror and spit at
The man I see with anchors for his eyes
I build my castles up in the sky
So when it rains, they melt away with shame

Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?

All of my fears
Are kept in check by the medicine I take
All of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent
There will be a riot in my heart soon
It wants to be beneath the open sky

Here I am 
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?

My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies

Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?

Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars? 

My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies