Got a chip on my shoulder
Got a ghost in my hall
Way to feel a bit older, it's strange to start feeling small
Cause we all got some weakness and we all y'all got some hurt
Shoot the moon in the darkness and our bullets end in the dirt
No, I won't be forgiven
It's such a lonely living
But who's to blame
♪
I like to roll through a city
I like to stay to the spring
Got an itch to keep moving
And I'm washed away with the rain
Like the filth of the weather
My feathers all tattered and teased
Lay the ink on the pages, all trampled, torn, and creased
No, I'm just like that ribbon
The more you type, the shorter I'm living
And who's to blame
♪
So
Shoot your pain from a cannon and let it go with a bang
If your troubles still standing then ain't you glad that it rained
Cause we're all just lovers to hardship
And we go to bed with the times
Lock the door in the morning, though we'll shut the door with a sigh
Oh, I won't be mistaken
A life taken for granted ain't life worth taken
But who's to blame
♪
So I thank you for all the troubles
Thank you for those rocky sea's
On a pitch black night we're always seeing double
On a pitch black night it's all the same to me
If I close my eyes it always helps me breathe
If I close my eyes it's all the same to me
If I close my eyes
It's all
The same
To me