Bring me all your problems And I won’t ask any questions You might say I have enough And I might make that concession But the truth is in the knife And the choice to put it down again tonight
You’d catch me when I fall But that’s not helping us at all Damage pulls me through I’ll relive my mistakes Because it’s easier to bend than break These habits that pull me back to you
Occupied in solace With the hope of satisfaction But it’s hard to make this progress In a dark and troubled faction Would it have been so hard To give a reason why you’re leaving? So shattered is this man Who makes his living breaking even Standing idly by to watch the world around us stretch him way too thin