It\'s not to the point of breaking...
Just bending a bit...
Not to the point of shaking..
Just quaking where we sit..
Not everything is all black and white.
Life\'s not sensible and logical.
It\'s always this uphill fight.
It a bullet that\'s not dodgeable..
Racing against yourself just to be alright.
Trying to make something of the mess you are today..
Taking turns that are too tight.
Sometimes we say stuff like \"yea I\'m ok.\"
When really? We\'re all torn up, but cover it with smiles.
Like a pretty picture had an ugly backstory?
Taking things by step by step? No, by miles..
We\'re stuck in a rock quarry!
Lost in that logical ocean of confusion.
Dulled down to the drains..
Left with nothing so we\'re losing...
And we gain nothing but more pain.