| A rule of thirds kind of life I live you’ll discover
|
| I’m mostly off to the side or often I’m under
|
| You’re like a vending machine that’s gone out of order
|
| You just take what I offer and then find another one to give you comfort
|
| And I wonder if you lie awake
|
| In the wreckage from the storms of words you say
|
| And although you’re many miles away, I’m still in it
|
| You run your mouth like a pack of wolves, you be careful
|
| Before your hands are tied by the cords of your vocals
|
| Hear that noise? |
| It’s the rattling of the shackles on your heart as you ramble
|
| without a care for anyone else at all
|
| And I wonder if you lie awake
|
| In the wreckage from the storm of words you say
|
| And although you’re many miles away, I’m still in it
|
| (Forgive. Repeat until we leave
|
| Forgive. |
| Release. |
| And maybe you could forgive me
|
| Forgive like you’ve forgiven me.)
|
| A rule of thirds kind of life, kinda like a rule of thirds kind of life
|
| And I wonder if you lie awake
|
| In the wreckage from the storms of words you say
|
| And although you’re many miles away, I’m still in it
|
| I’m still in it
|
| Are you still in it?
|
| I’m still in it |