A rule of thirds kind of life I live you'll discover I'm mostly off to the side or often I'm under You're like a vending machine that's gone out of order You just take what I offer and then find another one to give you comfort And I wonder if you lie awake in the wreckage from the storms of words you say And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it You run your mouth like a pack of wolves, you be careful Before your hands are tied by the cords of your vocals Hear that noise? It's the rattling of the shackles on your heart as you ramble without a care for anyone else at all And I wonder if you lie awake in the wreckage from the storm of words you say And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it (Forgive. Repeat until we leave. Forgive. Release. And maybe you could forgive me. Forgive like you've forgiven me.) A rule of thirds kind of life, kinda like a rule of thirds kind of life And I wonder if you lie awake in the wreckage from the storms of words you say And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it I'm still in it Are you still in it? I'm still in it