I Don’t Feel Very Receptive Today Underoath

This door has been shut for days, and it's all too familiar
Can't I just crack a window? Can't I just shake it off?

I'm sure I've tasted this before, before, before
I'm sure I've tasted this before

Everything is out of reach, and I
Just want to see outside
The air, the air has been getting thin

I feel like cutting it open tonight, tonight, yeah
And falling on the floor

There's nothing left unused in here
There's nothing left to say

I haven't talked in days
I'm really not too sure what I sound like anymore
My vision has gone and my mouth is full, is full of sores

I feel like dripping it dry tonight, yeah
Over and over again
It's time, it's time to open up the door, the door