Manic -

I’m tired of life

I’m out of fuel

And the way these things are going

Makes me wonder if I’ll make it through

I’m torn apart

I’m out of tune

These strings the only friend

I have to take a little edge

Off these blues

From way up here

I guess it would be easy

To take things too far

Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy

Make it all too much

I guess I guess

We all have different stories

But at least we have a story

Oh yea

I guess

We can hold it all together

It gets better it gets better

Oh yea

A broken bird

With broken wings

They lied about freedom

In those magazines

There’s no easy way to tell you

You’re gonna have to face it alone

From way up here

I guess it would be easy

To take things too far

Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy

Make it all too much

I guess I guess

We all have different stories

But at least we have a story

Oh yea

I guess

We can hold it all together

Don’t cry now

I’ll be alright

It’s ok

I’ll soon be out of the dark

On my way

It’s not the first time

And it won’t be the last time

I guess I guess

we don’t all end in glory

But at least we have a story

Oh yea

I guess

We can hold it all together

It gets better it gets better

Oh yea