Looking in the wrong directionnso I'm getting myself lostnyes, desperation has its costnand I thought I knew better, ohnthe things I thoughtnthe things I wanted to benthe things I'm not, the things I'm notnand I've come to terms with the lines on my brownand how I put them there myselfnand I've come to terms with the fact that wendon't get what we want, and that's why we want it from the startnthat's why we want it, that's whynnwhat a beautiful mess you've madenare you proud of yourself?ndid you think that you could slip away and stay out of it?nso as long as you can stay, nobody's happy nownand there's nowhere else to go but downnnit's too late to be normalnit's too late for compromisenthrow another log on the fire and cover your eyesnI said cover your eyesnno it's not a crisisnno it's not life or deathnit's just another day inside of your headninside your head, inside minennwhat a beautiful mess you've made...nnthe burden, the blame, the crisisndon't have the strength to stick aroundnhold it together nowndriving down south to recenter myselfndon't have the strength to stick aroundnhold it together now...nhold yourself together...nhold yourself now nn