| i pull the pin off the grenade and toss it gently in the middle
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| honey let’s not kid ourselves, that’s the devil with his fiddle
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| he’s playing our song again, and it’s starting to rub off
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| i clench my teeth to pass the pain, but my jaw is turning soft
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| this eagles eye view is killing it all for me
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| you’ve got full access to the heart, but all you do is break the key
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| you might be model, but are you willing to play your role
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| buried deep inside that bottle is a window to the soul
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| and you have to tell me what it is that’s so amazing
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| from the outside looking in it doesn’t seem worth saving
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| you plea for bargains, mercy, grace, and all the rest
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| but i can’t seem to give it to you, with this boulder on my chest
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| and i want it gone, but you won’t take it anymore
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| here’s another string of words i’ve saved from the killing floor
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| what would you think if i sang out of tune
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| would you stand up and walk out on me?
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| what would you do if i’m not what i’m supposed to be?
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| lend me your ears and i’ll sing you a song
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| and i’ll try not to sing out of key
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| what would you do if i’m not what i’m not what i’m supposed to be?
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| stress and life get packaged like forks and knives
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| one for destroying and another for stabbing insite
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| just a few more miles with this plastic carrot in sight
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| i’m tired of pulling you suckers, but i’ll do my job tonight
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| i stretch these old bones and take a good look at my reflection
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| but i can’t see anything that’s really worth a mention
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| oh, there i am just a speck at the bottom
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| or more like a stain waiting to be forgotten
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| i’m an empty carcass, a hopeless case with a broken lock
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| but i’ll be alright my skins thick like a wet blanket full of rocks
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| this is me, a reality, a skinless mess trying to hold it all together
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| please don’t let me be your goal, i’m a rusty car without leather
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| no sunroof, no fancy engine, and no cd
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| i’m all hubcaps, am/fm, and it costs extra if it’s free
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| i will point at you, i will put you down
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| i will disappoint you every time i make these sounds
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| so leave now, forget me, save yourself instead
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| you are nothing
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| love, the voice inside my head
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| what would you think if i sang out of tune
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| would you stand up and walk out on me?
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| what would you do if i’m not what i’m supposed to be?
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| lend me your ears and i’ll sing you a song
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| and i’ll try not to sing out of key
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| what would you do if i’m not what i’m not what i’m supposed to be? |