I'm sick of waking up
To soggy pillows and groggy skies
I never wanted to become this
I'm tired of cheap solutions
Always running through my mind
I swear I'll never succumb to this
Who calls the shots?
Who says that we ought to live this way?
Don't wanna trade it all for a grave instead
You're nothing but another pretty voice in my head
Who draws the line? Who makes this all up in the first place?
There's so much more to this than what we get
I can't help feeling that we're not through yet
Oh
I'm over living in this state of confusion
When I'm standing in bondages
Don't offer me cheap bandages
You can keep me chained
But not for long
I'm through with living doing everything wrong
The most beautiful minds
Are the hardest ones to live inside