I think I think too much, Eliminating time to close my eyes. And I think you think I can’t control the curse That makes me feel alive, So close your eyes and fall asleep tonight.
But I can’t seem to dream the things that make me feel alright.
I need to write my life right, Pull this thread tight. Bite my tongue until I have won; Forgive, forget what you have done. Flee from hindsight, Push with all my might. Bite my tongue until I have won; Forgive, forget what I’ve become.
This is the battle, not the war. You broke the seal, now I want more.
You say you’re listening, But your expressions prove the other way. It seems I’ve dug my own grave. You tell me, “take a pill. My ears, my words won’t get you through the day. There’s nothing left for me to say.”
But, baby, tell me how does it feel to know that you’re alright?
I need to write my life right, Pull this thread tight. Bite my tongue until I have won; Forgive, forget what you have done. Flee from hindsight, Push with all my might. Bite my tongue until I have won; Forgive, forget what I’ve become.