Close your eyes
And hope that no one's
Sharpening the knife

That was stuck in your back
The same one meant to protect
The chip on your shoulder

Why do we always have to be
Our own worst enemy
When I've defeated myself

To have a victory
I fail again


Chorus
The less of us
Gets the best of us sometimes

While the rest of us
Forget about our lies (2nd x) Might learn to change our minds
The less of us

Gets the best of us sometimes
While the rest of us
Learn to apologize


I live in the wilderness
With shackles on my feet

I should be free
Not locked up by my addictions
All the cigarettes and the coffee

Lie to the ones I love
I'm put on trial and judged
For who I am

Not who I was!

I'm an hour glass

Filled with empty sand
And You called me out to this desert land
To teach the truth

And lift Your name high
I'm the last one qualified