I think I'm sick of second best and silver medals
Another trophy of regret that says I could've done better
I wish that I could just restart with more momentum
With better luck and better cards and my best intentions
All I know is I should have thought things over
All I know is I could have done this better
I'm jumping the gun
I'm taking the wheel
Fighting with wounds that just won't heal
And I'm trusting You
Faith will make a way
I'm holding my breath
Chasing a dream
Out on a whim you're there with me
And I'm trusting You
faith will make a way
Hard to believe it
These old habits they die hard this friction finds me weak
I think I've taken them to heart these addictions always bleed
I am out on the edge
I am taking a step
I know you'll catch me when I fall