You hold your head in your handsnYour pregnant sighs are fully loadednAnd you hold your breath like a gunnOr just like a grenade before you throw itnInto the first place that you belongnStraight at the first face you can count onnnYou couldn't be more wrongnNot if you said the world was flatnAnd were the only onenYou're scared they'll lead you onnBut if you just let your guard downnYou'll find you're one of themnnThat bitter taste in your mouthnShows you're still reeling from rejectionnThat cautious pace with which you walknShows just how quick you'll change directionnOut of the first place that you belongnAway from faces you can count onnnYou couldn't be more wrongnNot if you said the world was flatnAnd were the only onenYou're scared they'll lead you onnBut if you just let your guard downnYou'll find you're just one of themnnYour hollow chest will rustnOr maybe cave in from lack of trustnYou're grasping out at strawsnYou think everybody's out to pick at your flawsnnYou hold your head in your handsnYour pregnant sighs are fully loadednnYou couldn't be more wrongnNot if you said the world was flatnAnd were the only onenYou're scared they'll lead you onnBut if you just let your guard downnYou'll find you're just one of themnnYou couldn't be more wrongnBecause you're just like all of themnnYou couldn't be more wrongnBecause you're just like all of them