Can you give me my breath back on the cutting room floor?
I guess, it's a mess
I swear, it's something in the air
in the air
We shut the door in the face of our afflicted memories
Too late to accept apologies
With my heart in my hand, it’s always in demand
I’m jealous of what I’ve got
So, don’t you know?
You’re never gonna win this
Never gonna win this game
Keep holding on
To any shred, to any shred of hope
Each day is harder than the next
There’s nothing left but this pounding in my chest
So keep holding on
So keep holding on
Abdicate from your moral high ground
Medicate
Medicate
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
So don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
You're never gonna win this game