On the ropes, on the run, I doubt things are bound to change Better days pass away, I might just be out of range I was always too young or too old for you I was always too dumb or too bold for truth Cleaner slate, give me grace, whatever the hell I'll need Justified, sanctified, God I hope I still believe I was always too young or too old for you Damned or saved, it doesn't change the things I've done for you For you For you For you Sit me down, tied and bound, burn me up from the inside Make me stand, if you can, God I wish that I had died I could never be old and outgrow my youth I was either untrained or too sane for you For you For you For you The world could wait with shame With no one left to blame The burden of my guilt With nothing left to kill To kill For you For you For you For you