I work myself to an empty shell and that’s just who I am
Though some days I’m just paralysed with a light that I can’t stand
‘Till I throw the world, against the wall, just so I can breathe
And just because I’m sober now, that doesn’t make me clean

I leave the house in the grey, fake a prayer and block the pain
And tread with hesitation to another perfect day

There’s tempers getting out of hand at the broken traffic lights
I stood there trying not to judge, I could understand both sides
I wondеr if he’s ever criеd, as he slammed the drivers door
I wonder if he thinks about it, when he gives to the poor

When he takes a step away, from the path he didn’t mean to pave
I hope he makes the most out of another perfect day

The holy trap of the noble guards will curse a growing mind
I don’t hate them I just struggle to look them in the eye
So write me off, to save some time, ‘cause this is not my first design
I’ve broken hearts and broken bones and crossed so many lines

In the dark I’d hide away from all the different shades of grey
That’s why I’m so grateful for another perfect day

You look at me so carefully, you look away so slow
I hope I learn to love myself, before you learn to know
But I don’t mind, don’t explain, we both have clothes out in the rain
And there’s not a single part of you that I’d ever want to change
Word by word, way by way, with every breath we start again
And I’m not scared to walk with you, to another perfect day