It feels like I was better once
I just can't remember
The things I did differently
At my center
Somewhere between then and now
I lost my temper
Been looking for a way to get it back
I barely keep it quiet
The sound of hope divided
With a broken wrist from shaking my fist at things
That I don't understand, and can't change even if I did
I want to turn the worry down
So I can feel the day breathe
Because sleeping through anxiety
Never really worked for me
I can't put up so I put it off
But the bell's still ringing
When I wake up with a doubtful mouth
I barely keep it quiet
The sound of hope divided
With a broken wrist from shaking my fist at things
That I don't understand, and can't change even if I did
You can only say your hands are tied
(Living like your life's a losing fight)
When your eyes aren't wide
(Keeping all your demons out of sight)
If you really want it to be alright
(There's a consequence to giving up)
You'll have to find the time
(You'll end up begging for forgiveness from)
You can only say your hands are tied
(The weight of all that you can't overcome)
When your eyes aren't wide
(If there's any other way to be then show me)
If you really want it to be alright
(When you start to feel the levy strain)
You have to find the time
(To look up and breathe through the rain)
A thief or an entertainer
A failure or the piece of paper
A messianic public figure or a celebrity with disciples
A slave to the anger in your nature or just kindness you don't have time for
A father or a fiction
A fist or an invocation
A senator with the powerful implication, or a civilian who dies patient
An assumption or an honest conversation
Fear breeds in the pause can't you feel it?
A revolution's eldest daughter or a pink stereotype men bought her
A well of useful information or water damage on a moral foundation
A king or a contradiction
Strength or self-preservation
The consequence of motion
I see through a hole in my heart now that you're gone
I waste my time on these moral rivalries
Instead of embracing that no one knows anything
And life still goes on with or without
(And we must be brave, with or without)