| Seconds are left on the countdown
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| Panic attack, the next normal in bloom
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| I let you go to get a grip on myself
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| But will you welcome me back as someone else?
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| All my life I’ve been a timebomb, now time is running out
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| Juxtapose me with my past self, a doubt I can’t surmount
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| It’s survival of the restless (survival of the restless)
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| So split the difference between us
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| Looking back on the things that I’ve done
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| I should have known that I’ve always had more than enough
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| If tonight I fall asleep for the last time
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| I want to be proud of the things that I’ve done right
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| If I could learn how to hold my head up
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| Maybe life wouldn’t seem like it’s passing me by
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| If I could give myself what I give to you
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| Then maybe I’d find strength to hold on to
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| Consumed by what I can’t undo
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| Here we go again
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| Beyond the barricade, rip the curtain away, and you’ll see the mess I’ve made
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| Beyond the barricade, rip the flesh away, and you’ll see it’s me you saved
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| If I could learn how to hold my head up
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| Maybe life wouldn’t seem like it’s passing me by
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| If I could give myself what I give to you
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| Then maybe I’d find strength to hold on to
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| If I could learn how to hold my head up
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| Maybe life wouldn’t seem like it’s passing me by
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| If I could give myself what I give to you
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| Then maybe I’d find faith to hold on to
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| Beyond the barricade, rip the flesh away, and you’ll see the mess I’ve made
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| Beyond the barricade, wash the fear away, and you’ll see it’s me you saved
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| If I could learn how to hold my head up
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| Maybe life wouldn’t seem like it’s passing me by
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| If I could give myself what I give to you
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| Then maybe I’d find strength to hold on to
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| If I could learn how to hold my head up
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| Maybe life wouldn’t seem like it’s passing me by
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| If I could give myself what I give to you
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| Then maybe I’d find faith to hold on to |