We don't need to listen We don't mind the pain, the pain, coursing through our veins What have we been missing? We don't mind the wait, the wait, assuming that were saints
How do we lead the pain astray?
Hey got nothing left to lose It's overrated Hey got nothing left to prove It's overrated Everything's born to be bruised
Are we still engaging? We don't need the shame, the shame, Molding our refrain Do we come out blazing? We have much to gain, to gain By throwing down these chains Immensely overwhelming The nostalgia for pain
How do we lead the pain astray? and how do we keep the pain away?
Chorus
Hey got nothing left to lose Got nothing left to prove Got nothing left to lose Everything's born to be bruised Everything's born to be Tender and gentle We honestly turn to waste Got nothing left to say Nothing left to say
Chorus
How do we lead the pain astray? and how do we keep the pain away?