You said "don't worry about a single thing" Said "I'm not worried about anything" Make a mess of myself as I mumble The words fall out Just so worried about everything If this is all we're gonna be I have developed a taste for defeat I got half a mind (I got half a mind) Tearing this thing from the floor its like nailed down To tear it out To make a sound To feel alive If only one last time If this is all we're gonna be (If this is all we're gonna be) I have developed a taste for defeat (If this is all we're gonna be) Then count me out (If this is all we're gonna be) Then count me out (If this is all we're gonna be) If this is all we're gonna be (If this is all we're gonna be) I have developed a taste for defeat. x4