Look at the mess that we've made - Such poor inventions with good intentions
I got a bruise on my heart, but I only really feel it when the tension starts
And everybody's building walls and taking stands
But me, I found my way out through the wounds in his hands

If you're looking for me, I'll be outside waiting for my ride
Cuz I can't win this fight

This moment can't be replayed. Like a bowling ball balanced on a razor blade
This ain't no accident. In the blink of an eye, your scene has been spent
Now you're standing with your wallet full of sand
You got what you wanted, but it's not what you planned

Now we're both waiting outside
Do I wait alone tonight?