I Another morning just like yesterday And you are openning your eyes The breath - the first one taken in today - It's making you realize
II You're getting up, you're flinging your shirt on And you're rushing outside That shirt - it has a knife inside its sleeve And it's got blood upon it. Right.
III You're climbing up the highest hill in town. Of course - it's got the gorgeous view. Go on and stab that blade into your flesh Let's just break something down for you:
Chorus:
What does it change? It only shows that you are giving up! A yellow sticky note inside your flat, inside your head. You came this far, you can't give up!