It tends to find you when you're at your worst It drags you down the hill, it leaves you out to rust or find you're way back home Everyone's nervous all of the time Everyone's worried I'll get mine (Get outta me get outta me) Everyone's nervous all the time Everyone's worried I know why (Get outta me get outta me) I'll light a fire, and watch us glow I'll shake the hand that takes me home All those trees with bear-trap teeth Tried to get the best of me And I'm so worried I can't speak But I could sink, or I could... It tends to find you when you're in the dirt It hangs you out to dry it fills you up with soot And gnarls and brambles All those trees with bear-trap teeth Tried to get the best of me And I'm so worried I can't speak But I could sink, or I could... Dive in silently assembling my armies From the looks of things I shouldn't carry on I couldn't let you in it would have been the end If they'd have found me I fooled around instead it would have been my head If they'd have found me