Like scratching an itch that won't subside
Losing perspective at 4 o'clock at night
Alone and walking in empty city streets

Self-doubt is the glue holding down my feet

The holes in my shoes that I can't fill

The hole in my heart that I can't fill
The cold in my bones that keeps coming in
The cold in my heart that spreads over my skin


It slows me down slows me to a stop
Grinds me to a halt brings me to the blacktop


?If I change the way I look at things
The things I look at might change?

They might change

That I stop, time waits for no one

Sometimes the time it takes is the speed of sound
Loud to crack stone, buck the weight of this world
To stand on my own, strength enough to stand alone

From my side, I pull these thorns and I'm reborn
Born against, born against