Under my dispositions Caught in late decisions Over all my wisdom Cut from the knots I've tied Counting all the lies I've lied Up against all the times I've tried I never was convinced that I'd lose everything for naught Fighting cynical, teetering on principle I'll never know if I was wrong Smoke in the sunlight My eyes are closed, but my Arms are open wide Finally learned to take it all in stride Growing out of this will come with time Stuck staring at the ceiling The ground around me is changing Spiral out of a feeling And I can't stand that I'm aging Grinding my teeth Tearing holes in my sheets Waking up from respite Digging deep for your keep I came here stalwart Trigger-finger diagnosis A little taller, a little closer To hopeless I feel so hopeless I just can't focus One day I'll shake this White-knuckle the time Spill a pint of blood with words and rhymes Watching all my guilt fade in real time I should've known my gut was always right Smoke in the sunlight Arms are open wide Take it all in stride This will come with time (Don't get me wrong, the sun is nice But the wind still bites So make your bed, regret your life But I won't forfeit mine)