Another evening spent
In the corners of my brain
Where I wander off into the dark
And I close my eyes and hope the wolves won't follow me
But hope's hard of hearing, so I'm waiting for the teeth
I had to learn that the helping hand can be the same that holds the knife
I know I'm not well but I'm alright
You gotta learn how to take your hits
When your hands are always tied
I know I'm not well but I'm alright
I memorize the ceiling
With a fire at my feet
While I give myself advice that I can't keep
I no longer ask myself what any of this means
I just want my mind to quit so I can finally fall asleep
Yeah I'm just waiting for my mind to quit so I can finally fall asleep
I kept falling for the broken wing because I couldn't pick the flight
But don't believe them when they tell you that the bird won't bite
I can't tell you if it got this way or if it started as a lie
I know I'm not well but I'm alright
I kept falling for the broken wing because I couldn't pick the flight
But don't believe them when they tell you that the bird won't
I had to learn that the helping hand can be the same that holds the knife
I know I'm not well but I'm alright
