We know we don't belong, Dressed for the party all wrong lately, Forget the words to all the songs, Spent until I'm overdrawn, Sounds that my heart once knew, Don't have the volume to wake me, Hours and days and weeks and months, Cuts and splitters, blood and guts (Chorus) Have you ever thought of giving up? Battle faded 'til you've had enough, Can't catch your breath 'til you catch your death Of being crushed from catching up, Pinned up again against the ropes, Born ready for this hope Staying out 'til sunup, we don't get a one up, Just a precious few days (poof) then it's done up, Managing my dumb luck, stuck in a habit, Chasing down a carrot like a wascally wabbit, Reaching out to grab my slipping potential, So tragic yet so sentimental I'm turning over the pages and working through all the stages, If we can just get creative, then we can make it work, I'm swerving over the curb and parking regret on the berm Until I am searching for purpose and greater worth, Is the right thing? Lightning strikes or a pipe dream Hyped like a debunked Bigfoot sighting? Chorus All the nights we stay up for, All the fights that we lose, Hot collage of the damage Held together by glue, Have I been falling asleep before I get to the good part? Do I let go of the hands that just keep on breaking my heart? Take a new spark and then pass it around, Making a mess, but I'm making it proud, I'm ready for it, born ready for it Chorus 2x