[Intro]
I tend to sell myself so short
While I feign so brave and self-assured
I'm a long way from the best of 'em, or am I?

[Verse 1]
You're stuck with the step stones to travel this way
Assuming you still feel there's something to gain
I'd hoped for a rope but there's nothing to hold if we wait
So follow this or call it quits, redemption's born from consequence
The cold can pull my words out but never away

[Chorus]
And I've seen more of the floor than the brights of her eyes
And though I've dug for causes in my jacket pockets
I've found nothing but my hands
And a cure for my common sense

[Verse 2]
So raise up your hands if you're haunted by doubt
And scream if you never believed in yourself
Or lean on the wall if that's all you still want out of this
'Cause this is your limit being told to get gone
I was 20 years old before I wrote my first song
The work won't come easy but dammit, it is what it is