I don't know if I should be here
I don't know if I should stay
I've kept conclusions in a book with my dreams
But I'm not feeling very brave
I am stained
I don't know if I can hold on
I'm not sure that I still feel
We're so desensitized by our short-term ideals
That self-expression seems unreal
Now I am stained
I am stained
You and I - we were an institution, baby
I thought we'd overcome the rest
But even those who choose to walk the higher wire, baby
Sometimes need a safety net