I've written so many songs for you
about being broken
I laid everything out in chewable little pieces
now my soul is out in the open
But I'm going under
and I wonder
How can I expect paradise
when we both excel in hell
I'm sorry I'm sick of this life
I'm sorry that I fell
but you were like heaven
and something I could feel
thought I could finally
hold onto something real
How can I expect bliss
when I know all I'll get is this
So start dissecting my explanations
for things I've done to you
make me feel even more guilty
for telling you the truth
I'm going under
and I wonder
Ooh, oh
Everybody's saying
'you gotta look to the sky'
then you will find out why
everyone's leaning on you
and how to breaking through
