Come to you from this painted corner Do my best to explain But I'm tongue-tied and jetlagged Growing tired of this game Keep up with the fleeing bullseye Causing unneeded stress Following the downside Guess I tried my best Maybe it is getting better And I guess I'll just believe But the air is getting heavy Gonna have to wait and see This self-inflicted silence Worthless as can be Don't mean to be ungrateful This means nothing to me Over it Torn up, battered and bruised Over it Are we wasting our breath Through the darkness, made it out alive Had to bust on through to the other side Had to take everything that was lost Whoa oh oh