| You talk about me as if I’m already dead
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| Every day’s the same old shit
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| «He was such a promise kid»
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| So if it’s downhill from here then what secures my footing?
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| So sick of losing room to breathe
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| Why can’t you all just leave me be
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| Don’t want to talk through anything but you keep on pushing
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| Because I can’t fight back on good intentions
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| Words fall short of breaking tension
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| And if it’s all downhill from here then why am I not moving?
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| I’m just another failure (A hard fight like it’s always been)
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| And I’m prone to misbehavior
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| But I‘ve got my second wind
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| And I don’t believe in saviors
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| Keep your absolutes
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| I hope they work for you
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| But I’m not up to you
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| And I worry
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| These confrontations make me sick, I’m already over it
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| And I worry
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| Complications make me sick
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| I look you in the eyes and just walk away
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| And I worry, and it makes me sick
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| I look you in the eyes and walk away
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| And I worry, and it makes me sick
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| I look you in the eyes and walk…
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| I’m just another failure (A hard fight like it’s always been)
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| And I’m prone to misbehavior
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| But I‘ve got my second wind
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| And I don’t believe in saviors
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| Keep your absolutes
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| I hope they work for you
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| But I’m not up to you |