You're under your covers Who's crunching your numbers? Flames will only grow bigger At the snap of your finger I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness Channeling finer days and minding my business If taking up space is my saving grace How could I worry myself with saving face? We're safe in the masses Embers buried by ashes Age ain't likely to fade Just 'cause there's a reaction does not mean there'll be a change You're lost in the numbers You're lost in the numbers I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness Channeling finer days Like praying for Christmas. If taking up space is my saving grace How could I worry myself with saving face?