I’m feeling like a bad movie
nothing adds up to me
the theatre is empty
I wanna leave but they won’t let me

I offer you my hand – take it
if you don’t, I won’t make it
the ground under me’s slipping
I feel your fingers, but my hand’s not gripping

black hole, black hole
black as they come
don’t fuck with me, I’m in a black hole
black hole, black hole
you better run
no where to run to in a black hole

I’m holding out my hand – take it
if you don’t, I won’t make it
the ground under me’s shaking
I feel you tremble, but I think you’re faking
… feel you’re faking

ahh, ahh
get me out of this black hole
yea, yea, get me out of this…

I’m in often
yes, I’m in often
I often get sent home