If you’re tired, rest your head, put your feet up on the bed.
If you’re angry, take a seat, try to keep your rage discrete.
If you’re desperate, make amends, so you can finally breath again.
If you’re lonely, make a friend, maybe then the pain will end.
If you’re happy, let it show, I want the whole wide world to know.
Wrapped in comfort, it’s too soon, you have so much more to lose.

Don’t wanna kick and pull away… don’t wanna waste another day… and I try but restless I remain.

On the surface, it’s a game, such a mindless grasp at fame and fortune, knipping at my heels.
Is this the essence of your sin?
At the center, it’s a mess, inspiration forms a winding highway, fortune spits on dreams.
Countless hours tear the seams…

Don’t wanna kick and pull away… don’t wanna waste another day… and I try but restless I remain.

If a million little speckles were to fall from broken skies, I could say a million reasons why no more should fall from eyes.
I am sick of the shame, part of the pain, nothing to gain from holding on.
But all the time and effort that goes in keeps me from being wrong.