Where does my patience fly? I'm quick to testify I'm quick to pull the plug When things start getting rough Where do the teachers hide? The ones we really need The ones we're asking for The ones we cannot see 'Cause I'll choose you, then I'll choose me Then I'll be torn and split between the thick of red The thin of grey I'll always be second place My insecurities aren't few and far between I'll take care of you, but the price is me And then I'll paint my heart, and I'll serve it up Serve it to myself with its cosmetic cuts 'Cause I'll choose you, then I'll choose me Then I'll be torn and split between the thick of red The thin of grey I'll always be second place ♪ And the few seconds here where the stars align We don't force a smile or pretend it's fine And we live for this and maybe we'll learn How to balance life in-between the hurt 'Cause I'll choose you, then I'll choose me Then I'll be torn and split between the thick of red The thin of grey I'll always be second place 'Cause I'll choose you, then I'll choose me Then I'll be torn and split between the thick of red The thin of grey I'll always be second place