| Then mold me misshapen from the soaking dirt
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| Keep feeding me courage that I don’t deserve
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| So I don’t feel broken like I have no worth
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| My apathy’s growing and I never learn
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| I’m spending this token so I don’t get burned
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| And it seems like I’m never gonna make this feel right
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| I’m drowning in a wave of insight
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| I’ll never be the one to breathe a sigh but I’ll survive
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| Storm clouds, even though the sun has gone down
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| Negative emotions inbound
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| I’ll never be the one to make a sound but I’ll survive
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| Can you whittle me a token of strength and rebirth
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| Can you wrap it in linen and a stolen curse
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| Take strength from the knowledge that this always hurts
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| Now keep your eyes open so it won’t get worse
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| My apathy’s growing and I never learn
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| I’m spending this token so I don’t get burned
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| And it seems like I’m never gonna make this feel right
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| I’m drowning in a wave of insight
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| I’ll never be the one to breathe a sigh but I’ll survive
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| Storm clouds, even though the sun has gone down
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| Negative emotions inbound
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| I’ll never be the one to make a sound but I’ll survive
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| And it seems like I’m never gonna make this feel right
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| I’m drowning in a wave of insight
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| I’ll never be the one to breathe a sigh but I’ll survive
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| Storm clouds, even though the sun has gone down
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| Negative emotions inbound
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| I’ll never be the one to make a sound but I’ll survive
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| I can’t make you feel alive
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| (And you know I don’t regret it, you know I don’t regret it)
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| I can’t make you feel alive
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| (And you know I don’t regret it, you know I don’t regret it) |