A rule of thirds kind of life I live you'll discover
I'm mostly off to the side or often I'm under
You're like a vending machine that's gone out of order
You just take what I offer and then find another one to give you comfort

And I wonder if you lie awake
In the wreckage from the storms of words you say
And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it

You run your mouth like a pack of wolves, you be careful
Before your hands are tied by the cords of your vocals
Hear that noise? It's the rattling of the shackles on your heart as you ramble without a care for anyone else at all

And I wonder if you lie awake
In the wreckage from the storm of words you say
And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it

(Forgive. Repeat until we leave
Forgive. Release. And maybe you could forgive me
Forgive like you've forgiven me.)

A rule of thirds kind of life, kinda like a rule of thirds kind of life

And I wonder if you lie awake
In the wreckage from the storms of words you say
And although you're many miles away, I'm still in it
I'm still in it
Are you still in it?
I'm still in it