Wish You Were by The Mess Inside Lyrics
Standing in a crowded room
Restless bloody mouth
Some things you're not supposed to understand or ever figure out
I feel the static
And the hum
Of twenty different notes
And everyone is standing too close to me, leave me alone
I'm staring at the pattern
That I've been slowly forming
Red blood on white tile
Light-headed delirium
Oh how it spreads
Oh how it stains
And oh how bittersweet
Oh how I feel so much closer to the end
̝̣̟͔͕̼I̖̭̦f̭̫̠ ̖̞̯̯̜̮ͅy̗͇̰͚̠̱͕ou͍̬̣̫ ̦r͚̻̳e̩̞̮͖̟̥p̩͈͎̰͚͇ͅe͚a̻t̥̲̪̠͓̫ ̻̞i̬̘ͅt͕̟ ͓̺͓̭͚e̯͍̱̤͕̗n͉̲̥o͍͖͎͖͚͉u͎gẖ̤̻͙̮̫͓ ̳i̻͎̖t͖̫̙̼̜̞ ̭̫̥l̹̰̻͕̠o̫̱̱͍̘̭͔s̝̪̬̺̥̫̺e̳s̤ ͈͍̯a̻l̫̩̮̦l̜̖̫ ͎̥͖̪͓̞͇m̯̱̱ͅe͇̰̫a̞͍͙͎͙̗̲n̫i͚̱͔͕ͅn̗̳͕̳̘͕͕g̙͓̬ ̳͉̞̘̟
I̦̦̠͓͓͙͇f̳̖̤̙̠͍̞ ̣̙̜̰͙̥̲y̻̘͕o̰͕̯͇u͈ ͈̮̫̰ṟ̻̪̟͕̰͇e̫͖͖̪ͅpe̟̭͈̮a̲̗͓̺̝̰t̙͔̟̬͎̭ ̙͕͍͓̮i̞̝t̙͇ ̰e͉̤̯n̠̼͕͍͖̹o̲̦͙͉̝͇̳u͓̙̙͙̻̤͙g̺͖͙̞̥h̰̫̖̤ i̤̺̳̟̭͙t̼̳̗̞͓̣͙ ͉l̯̦̮̥̫̞̝o̬s͉̗̖ͅe̞s̟̜̼̳̼ ̩̣͇a̬l̘l̻̹͙̥̥ me̠̜̝a̝n̤͈̘i̮n̤̠ͅg̻̘͙ ͔̮
͖̭̮͍̗̘̯I̭̲̱̼f̪̭̟̟ ̬̲͙̩̱̗y̲̦͈̭͓o̰͚u̯̤ͅ ̲r̤ͅe̤͕̞̭ͅp̬̜̱̭e̦aͅt͎̬̱ ͓̝̞͕i̠̲̻t ̘̹e͕͖̫͚n͍̤͎̜o͔͔̞ṵgh i͇̟̦͖̩̪t͎͓̱̱̝̲̼ ̫̼̣͈̟l̳̰̮o̻̗͕̻s͔̭͖͉̰̘e̟s̗̳̭̰͇ ͎̝̘͈͔̻̱a͚͈͓̹̩l̦̥̪̟̞͎ḻ ͚͖̯͕͈m̦̠̞e̼͖̯͕̺a̼n̗͉͕̭͎i͕̪͉͔͉̱n̥̘̤g ̺̦̳
̺̬͙I͕f͍̲̪ ̜͇̗ͅy̫̫̺o̬u̦̬͓̲̘ ̟̺̝̲̦r͖͎̥̞͍e̳̲̖̣pͅẹa̳̗͈t̯̮ ̩͚̖̪i̠̭͔͉ͅt̺̣ ̙̘̦̙̟̳e̮̤nọu̪̥͙̳g̠h͍̦̹̫̗͙̝ ̣̞̠̬͕͎ͅi͓̬ṱ̜͉̥̯ ͕͚̰lo͎ͅs̞̳͓̱̻e̯̦̗̯̝̻s͉͙ ̩̹͉͍ͅa͇̮̯͔͇̱ͅḷ̟̤̞̼l̠̹̘̠̬ ̬me̻̮̝̯̝a͚̻͖̱̦̩ni̝͓̟̹n̮͍̳g̗͈͖͔̫̱̞
̰I̹͚̯f̹̣ ͖̖͈̼͕̠y̻̭͎o̭̳u̻ͅ ͇re̗̜̘̩p̺e̬͔̖̣̞a͔̘̝̟̮̤t̬̯̖ ̭̯̺͓̜̗i̞̹̲t̘̲̗͚̪̹ ̥̻̯̯͚ẹ̤̮̘n̖͇̙̲̫ou̦̞̥̤̩gh͚̺̩̪̜ ̤i̩t̰̠̦̝̙ ̟͙̼l̼͉͔̻̜̻o̗̼̦̭̱̻s͔̲͙͖̦̥̪e̦ș͔͎̳̞ ̙a͙̜̙̠l̫l͉͍̤͇͓̟ ̻̥̯̳̫̟m̮e͔̻a̟̝̻̤̤͇̫n͙͇̠i̼n͕g ̱͙͈
͍̜̞̪̟͔͔I̺̘̙͖̫̳f̹͕ ̜you̖̱̹ r̺͈͈̫͈̞͔e͕̬̥̖͎̝͇pe͔̝̺͔͔̫̘a͎̣ͅt ̣̠i͕͔ṭ̭̳͔̗ ̭e̼̱̲̱͙̖ͅn̞o͎͈̫͓͚͖u̼̗̠̼̯̭ͅg̟͔̺͕̫̩̦h͈ i͎t̥ ̞̜̘͚ͅl͎o̮̯̦̯̜̬̝ṣ̦̳͖͖e̱̼͍̩s̥̹ ̗̩a̙̦͇̱̹͉l͔̬͙͎͈l͈̣̟ ̩̼̞̪̪͉mḙ̭͈̠̝a̼͉̜̙̝̭͇n̰̲̘͇̤͖i̖͎n͇g͚̣͇ ͕̣͙
̞̩̭̱͙̼I̤͕̪̠̠f ͔̤y̖̺͓o͍̞͓̩̻͍̮u̗̟͉̝̳ ͕͔̜͈̹r̥͍̟̦͈͔e̹͕̻̰̪pe͔̜͓͙a͇̙͚̹̬͖̥t͖͓̞͍̮̗̺ ̗̦͓̩͚̭̝i͇̩̖t̳̲ ̺̤e͕̹̰n̘͈̖̗̠o̦̣͔̲̠u̗̯͙͈̳̯g̹̝h͇̻̘̻ ͉̺i̗̳̺̞͚̭͙t͇̝̘̤̤ ̟l͚̥o͍̝s̫e͇̦͚̪̦ͅs͚̺̭̰̼ͅ ̮a̲ll͓̻͍̤̭ ̲̙m̟̳e̼̰͎̺a̤n̜͔i̲̗̥̜ͅn̙̱̳g̘̹̩͕ ̹͍̤͙̜͓
̜I̖̞̟ͅf͙̮̰ ̩̲̦̪̻̹y͈̱ou͚͍͚ ̣͎̝r̞̻̳͈e̙̱p̮͙̦e͇̜͖͍a̭̣̺t ̠̠̗i̻̟͙̳̮͕t̟̜̩̳̭̘ ̞͚̜̣̯͔e͈̼̗ͅn̪̜͖̥o̬͈̘̜͙̬ͅu̝̟̗̮̗g̱̭͈̝͕̖h ̘i͔͚͔̗̬ṱ̜ ̰̙͇̠̟l͎̬͇̦͍̳o̼͖͚̹s͓̟̲e̱͎ș̥̤̬ ̘̜al̩̩̦͚l̦̦̥̦̹͍̖ ̙̻͇m̳̝͇e̟͈̺a͉n̼̱̳̳̼̖i̝͈n̝̣̘g̭̖̹̠
Restless bloody mouth
Some things you're not supposed to understand or ever figure out
I feel the static
And the hum
Of twenty different notes
And everyone is standing too close to me, leave me alone
I'm staring at the pattern
That I've been slowly forming
Red blood on white tile
Light-headed delirium
Oh how it spreads
Oh how it stains
And oh how bittersweet
Oh how I feel so much closer to the end
̝̣̟͔͕̼I̖̭̦f̭̫̠ ̖̞̯̯̜̮ͅy̗͇̰͚̠̱͕ou͍̬̣̫ ̦r͚̻̳e̩̞̮͖̟̥p̩͈͎̰͚͇ͅe͚a̻t̥̲̪̠͓̫ ̻̞i̬̘ͅt͕̟ ͓̺͓̭͚e̯͍̱̤͕̗n͉̲̥o͍͖͎͖͚͉u͎gẖ̤̻͙̮̫͓ ̳i̻͎̖t͖̫̙̼̜̞ ̭̫̥l̹̰̻͕̠o̫̱̱͍̘̭͔s̝̪̬̺̥̫̺e̳s̤ ͈͍̯a̻l̫̩̮̦l̜̖̫ ͎̥͖̪͓̞͇m̯̱̱ͅe͇̰̫a̞͍͙͎͙̗̲n̫i͚̱͔͕ͅn̗̳͕̳̘͕͕g̙͓̬ ̳͉̞̘̟
I̦̦̠͓͓͙͇f̳̖̤̙̠͍̞ ̣̙̜̰͙̥̲y̻̘͕o̰͕̯͇u͈ ͈̮̫̰ṟ̻̪̟͕̰͇e̫͖͖̪ͅpe̟̭͈̮a̲̗͓̺̝̰t̙͔̟̬͎̭ ̙͕͍͓̮i̞̝t̙͇ ̰e͉̤̯n̠̼͕͍͖̹o̲̦͙͉̝͇̳u͓̙̙͙̻̤͙g̺͖͙̞̥h̰̫̖̤ i̤̺̳̟̭͙t̼̳̗̞͓̣͙ ͉l̯̦̮̥̫̞̝o̬s͉̗̖ͅe̞s̟̜̼̳̼ ̩̣͇a̬l̘l̻̹͙̥̥ me̠̜̝a̝n̤͈̘i̮n̤̠ͅg̻̘͙ ͔̮
͖̭̮͍̗̘̯I̭̲̱̼f̪̭̟̟ ̬̲͙̩̱̗y̲̦͈̭͓o̰͚u̯̤ͅ ̲r̤ͅe̤͕̞̭ͅp̬̜̱̭e̦aͅt͎̬̱ ͓̝̞͕i̠̲̻t ̘̹e͕͖̫͚n͍̤͎̜o͔͔̞ṵgh i͇̟̦͖̩̪t͎͓̱̱̝̲̼ ̫̼̣͈̟l̳̰̮o̻̗͕̻s͔̭͖͉̰̘e̟s̗̳̭̰͇ ͎̝̘͈͔̻̱a͚͈͓̹̩l̦̥̪̟̞͎ḻ ͚͖̯͕͈m̦̠̞e̼͖̯͕̺a̼n̗͉͕̭͎i͕̪͉͔͉̱n̥̘̤g ̺̦̳
̺̬͙I͕f͍̲̪ ̜͇̗ͅy̫̫̺o̬u̦̬͓̲̘ ̟̺̝̲̦r͖͎̥̞͍e̳̲̖̣pͅẹa̳̗͈t̯̮ ̩͚̖̪i̠̭͔͉ͅt̺̣ ̙̘̦̙̟̳e̮̤nọu̪̥͙̳g̠h͍̦̹̫̗͙̝ ̣̞̠̬͕͎ͅi͓̬ṱ̜͉̥̯ ͕͚̰lo͎ͅs̞̳͓̱̻e̯̦̗̯̝̻s͉͙ ̩̹͉͍ͅa͇̮̯͔͇̱ͅḷ̟̤̞̼l̠̹̘̠̬ ̬me̻̮̝̯̝a͚̻͖̱̦̩ni̝͓̟̹n̮͍̳g̗͈͖͔̫̱̞
̰I̹͚̯f̹̣ ͖̖͈̼͕̠y̻̭͎o̭̳u̻ͅ ͇re̗̜̘̩p̺e̬͔̖̣̞a͔̘̝̟̮̤t̬̯̖ ̭̯̺͓̜̗i̞̹̲t̘̲̗͚̪̹ ̥̻̯̯͚ẹ̤̮̘n̖͇̙̲̫ou̦̞̥̤̩gh͚̺̩̪̜ ̤i̩t̰̠̦̝̙ ̟͙̼l̼͉͔̻̜̻o̗̼̦̭̱̻s͔̲͙͖̦̥̪e̦ș͔͎̳̞ ̙a͙̜̙̠l̫l͉͍̤͇͓̟ ̻̥̯̳̫̟m̮e͔̻a̟̝̻̤̤͇̫n͙͇̠i̼n͕g ̱͙͈
͍̜̞̪̟͔͔I̺̘̙͖̫̳f̹͕ ̜you̖̱̹ r̺͈͈̫͈̞͔e͕̬̥̖͎̝͇pe͔̝̺͔͔̫̘a͎̣ͅt ̣̠i͕͔ṭ̭̳͔̗ ̭e̼̱̲̱͙̖ͅn̞o͎͈̫͓͚͖u̼̗̠̼̯̭ͅg̟͔̺͕̫̩̦h͈ i͎t̥ ̞̜̘͚ͅl͎o̮̯̦̯̜̬̝ṣ̦̳͖͖e̱̼͍̩s̥̹ ̗̩a̙̦͇̱̹͉l͔̬͙͎͈l͈̣̟ ̩̼̞̪̪͉mḙ̭͈̠̝a̼͉̜̙̝̭͇n̰̲̘͇̤͖i̖͎n͇g͚̣͇ ͕̣͙
̞̩̭̱͙̼I̤͕̪̠̠f ͔̤y̖̺͓o͍̞͓̩̻͍̮u̗̟͉̝̳ ͕͔̜͈̹r̥͍̟̦͈͔e̹͕̻̰̪pe͔̜͓͙a͇̙͚̹̬͖̥t͖͓̞͍̮̗̺ ̗̦͓̩͚̭̝i͇̩̖t̳̲ ̺̤e͕̹̰n̘͈̖̗̠o̦̣͔̲̠u̗̯͙͈̳̯g̹̝h͇̻̘̻ ͉̺i̗̳̺̞͚̭͙t͇̝̘̤̤ ̟l͚̥o͍̝s̫e͇̦͚̪̦ͅs͚̺̭̰̼ͅ ̮a̲ll͓̻͍̤̭ ̲̙m̟̳e̼̰͎̺a̤n̜͔i̲̗̥̜ͅn̙̱̳g̘̹̩͕ ̹͍̤͙̜͓
̜I̖̞̟ͅf͙̮̰ ̩̲̦̪̻̹y͈̱ou͚͍͚ ̣͎̝r̞̻̳͈e̙̱p̮͙̦e͇̜͖͍a̭̣̺t ̠̠̗i̻̟͙̳̮͕t̟̜̩̳̭̘ ̞͚̜̣̯͔e͈̼̗ͅn̪̜͖̥o̬͈̘̜͙̬ͅu̝̟̗̮̗g̱̭͈̝͕̖h ̘i͔͚͔̗̬ṱ̜ ̰̙͇̠̟l͎̬͇̦͍̳o̼͖͚̹s͓̟̲e̱͎ș̥̤̬ ̘̜al̩̩̦͚l̦̦̥̦̹͍̖ ̙̻͇m̳̝͇e̟͈̺a͉n̼̱̳̳̼̖i̝͈n̝̣̘g̭̖̹̠