| Spent last night hating what I’d become
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| You see, I’ve been in a bad way
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| A disconnect from my heart to my tongue
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| You see, I’ve been in a bad way
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| I talk, talk but only hurt the ones that I care about the most
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| I talk, talk but only push away the things I keep close
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| I’m going to knock on the door
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| With my shoulder to the frame
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| Let me in
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| Leave the light on the porch
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| With my shoulder to the frame
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| I’ll make it back somehow, someway
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| Let me in
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| I only see the things I want to change
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| I feel like I am falling
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| Face to face with my own excuses
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| I always find the exit to escape
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| I want, want to make those around me proud
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| Proud of who I am
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| Fall, fall asleep soundly, wake up and start again
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| Hold my tongue just to confess
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| I’m nowhere near my best
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| Hold my tongue just to confess
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| I’m getting closer all the time
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| All alone is no reason to be scared
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| I need broken bones and honest air |