And you try to catch the twilight as the day is quickly fading You try to corner shadows to soothe your ragged feelings But the game that you are playing will always leave you bleeding Bleeding out your feelings evermore
And they try to tell you one thing but you say it isn't something You say it isn't something you want to tie your hopes to So you ramble on about life and the truth that you are gaining But you know that all the answers come out wrong
And you tell me that you're different, you listen to a drummer A drummer that the rest of them can't hear
Like a poet you lie lurking and the floors you're always pacing Tracing all your footsteps back and forth But the world they can't believe you 'cause they've never even seen you And there just ain't no good reason to your rhyme
And the hourglass is pouring all its gold dust on your midnights The children are all kicking on your door But your house is made of cardboard and your days are spent in boredom Just bleeding out your feelings evermore