1:11 You say too late to start Got your heart in a headlock I don't believe any of it You say too late to start With your heart in a headlock You know you're better than this Afraid to start (how can you lose? How can you lose?) Got your heart in a headlock (how can you lose? How can you lose?) I don't believe any of it (how can you lose?) You say too late to start With your heart in a headlock (how can you lose? How can you lose?) You know you're better than this (how can you lose?)

1:08 There's no going back Guess it's all in my head Think I fucking noticed that I'm losing control of that Forgot how I'm suppose to act Know I love playing with your mind Are you blinded by the lights Are you dancing in the night Fly away, Fly away, Fly away To a better place, better place, better place Thought you were the one I loved Thought you were the one I needed You were the one I had Now I don't wanna fall for love I don't wanna drink that poison Now I don't wanna see you I don't fucking need you

Living under pressure Words never find the right way Their way to you Hold on for a second Know that the problem won't change It's not fair to you Below all the ruble And symphony's rumblesp There lies a heart beating still I'm not okay But I'm not insane Although with the way I act It might seem that way It's complicated The way that my brains In the middle of a rain cloud where it drowns all its days There's something safe Safe in the rain There's something safe Safe in the rain Might sound kind of stupid But my heart it digs it's own grave Right under you Below all the ruble And symphony's rumbles There lies a heart beating still I'm not okay But I'm not insane Although with the way I act It might seem that way It's complicated The way that my brains In the middle of a rain cloud where it drowns all its days There's something safe Safe in the rain There's something safe Safe in the rain

Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise" Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed The hand, the pen, the writing again The wind around the willow The felt, the ice, the passage of time The melting down the window The now, the then, the thinking of "when" The bottle in the ocean The strike, the pause The message from God forbid she shows emotion

" 1:41 " This isn't RAGE, it's worth a MENTION This is a FAKE internal tension Sometimes, I spread out one opinion And stand on its back to gauge ATTENTION This isn't RAGE, it's too SPECIFIC I like to hate symbolic LIMITS This is no statement, I'm complicit This is a DREAM, God put me in it!...

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