your foreshadowing failure, i see it on your face
you're playing with fire, burning everything.
with a riot on the inside, how do you sleep at night?
i'm tired of holding on so tight
if i could only find a way
to save you from all your mistakes
numbed by my inability
to change your angle
the walls are enclosing, running low on room to breathe
you've been playing with fire from the cradle to the grave
you're out of control, it's hard to keep you in my sights
don't follow my footsteps learn to live your life
if i could only find a way
to save you from all your mistakes
numbed by my inability
to change your angle
floored by the speed of time and you won't reason
it's not a question it's a simple equation
now you're burning the candle at both ends
it's never to late to call on a friend
i can tell by the look in your eyes that you're old enough,
smart enough to live your own life.
but i'm thinking about you all the time
i'd say the only shocking thing
is the ease with which you make mistakes
numbed by my inability
to change your angle