It's a golden ticket
A flight risk
Told you how I felt
Jumped off a bridge
I'm not usually like this
Didn't even wanna write it
But I can't pace my room anymore
I might burn a hole through the floor
Feeling like collateral damage
And I don't think I can stand it
In my hands
It's coming out like reverence
I could do it over again
It'd just lead me right back to the end
Seeing eye to ego
Wearing his
Blowing straight past every misstep
I'm not usually like this
Reaching palms out for guidance
If there's no chair when the music cuts
And you walk away like nothing happened
If i'm still sitting there patient
Kick out the seat let me face this
Out of my hands
Do it again
Out of my hands
Over again
It's out of my hands
And over again
Out of my hands
The end
In my hands
It's coming out like reverence
I could do it over again
It'd just lead me right back to the end
The end the end
The end
The end