Tired

What if I were to say I love you?
What if I believed it to be true?
Would it be my downfall, would it wither all my pride
to admit my world seems lonely without you?
What if I were to ignore all these voices
that seem to stretch my body thin?
I am no man's savior,
I need to get that through my head
before my own walls come crashing in.
I'm so tired, and I'm so wired.
Perfection seems to brutalize these veins.
To just give in might be to win.
But it takes an awful lot to find the way.
What if I were to just stop breathing,
and let those walls come tumbling in?
What if I stopped placing one foot before the other,
and failure was my only friend?
I'm so tired, and I'm so wired.
Perfection seems to brutalize these veins.
To just give in might be to win.
But it takes an awful lot to find the way.
Gotta find the way,
Oh, I'll find the way.
What if I were to just surrender,
and failure was my only friend?
What if I were to speak without allowing
words to filter through my teeth or
turn my skin to glass to let you in?
I'm so tired, and I'm so wired.
Perfection seems to brutalize these veins.
To just give in might be to win
But it takes an awful lot to find the way.
Gotta find the way,
So I'll find the way.