There comes a time when one has to decide
To put an end to the fun and games or rot away inside
When you find out you were sleeping behind the wheel
Because it's eating you alive it's true you're beautiful - on the inside out
There comes a time when one has to decide
To put an end to the fun and games or rot away inside
When you find out you were sleeping behind the wheel
And it's eating you alive it's true you're beautiful - on the inside out
(Out) side she shows it inside she holds 'em dear
You'd never know it but from a far the star is closer than it appears
She holds regret thinking of how she could've been a better mother
As if his sinking was a result of her not showing him how to float or swim
The blame is not the place just know that no matter what you did or
Didn't do at the end of the day kids are bound to bruise and misbehave
No one is raised perfect but we all make big mistakes
There's not a person in the world who can't call home a hurtful place to live
She drives a viper while he rides his bike to her race
She needs a diaper he hates her life more than he thinks he loves her pain
She gets the cool boys he gets the short end of the stick
And refuses to beat a dead horse but uses each drug she won't take
Like clockwork to a broken grandfather
Watch the doctor prescribe a foster parent to every abandoned monster on the floor
Mop the ocean up and chase it with a wavy mess
Swept under the rug and aging faces slowly caving in my chest
Storm is tough to hug away
That newfound freedom that we chase through a foreigner's eye
Born to adapt to a point of view
Right around the corners is the question: Is it time?
(On the) surface it looks as if the search for worth in fervent purpose is a curse
But when that certain curtain opens up rest assured
Injured learn to love and nurture nature
In return become a turn for the worst the next best blessing fits like a glove (inside out)