It's not a solid, not a soft thing, to pull the wool up like a smoke screen
Nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it
There are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried
So if you gotta tell me something, you better go from the beginning
We all forget to sleep, and crash at someone's feet
We let the chances pass, the few we held so fast
And here I'm standing in the middle, not just a little but a hill full
Wondering how I got a head cold, wishing I didn't know what I know
It's never been about the money, we're worthy or we are not worthy
However much you got on your plate, you're as good as you reciprocate
We all pretend to keep our tongue out of our cheek
Everyone's the fool they seek
We all go off the track, and feel for our way back
At peers when they peer back
It's weird how we fear that
It's weird how we wear masks
It appears that we fear our own tears
My team's struggling in years past
But when the drinking game's finished
No Guinness just a clear glass
Seeing our real image mirrored back
The places that we go to cope
Trying to hang, we don't know the ropes
When we fall, we got more than our shoulders broke
It's why we overdose on cocaine
Get our brains comatose, there's no blame
If you've ever know shame
Known days when it really don't feel okay
Somewhere perfection lies, but not for you and I
Everybody trips some time
When cities fall like shacks, walls eventually crack
WRITERS
Graham Walsh, Brian Borcherdt, Shad Kabango, Lights Valerie Poxleitner