Save all your hard earned unrest
Fill up the holes in your chest
And take another bottle off the shelf
Can't stomach any of this
Your hands are caught in my ribs
I'm breathing all the air left in your grip
And it's pulling me under
Is this your idea of a life:
Led by others
Go home to another night alone
That's the way it will always be
When you're keeping your guard up
Don't waste it on me
So understand I'm just fine
Now I'm just biding my time
I try to keep things in tact
Just keep your weight off my back
Still I can't help but to think
That there's nothing left worth saving
That I've held on to
And it's pulling me under
Is this your idea of a life:
Led by others
Go home to another night alone
That's the way it will always be
When you're keeping your guard up
Don't waste it on me
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