What good is a light bulb if it’s dimly lit?
You see the light, but it serves no purpose
Like lukewarm water (it’s destined for spit!)
It’s gone and forgotten (no function, no will)
I fight for desire, I search for unrest-
I know it’s not easy, I’ve got to commit
But lackluster living, it reels me back in
Lackluster living

If you find me stagnant
If you find me comfortable
If you find me tuning out
The ones who push me forward
I urge you to provoke me
I urge you to disrupt my quiet
If I seek indifference
I’ll never know desire

Grit through the struggle and tense for the hits
To have motivation you have to commit
Like any commitment, there’s doubts that creep in
But you have to sustain, you have to resist

Grit through the struggle and tense for the hits
To have motivation you have to commit
Like any commitment, there’s doubts that creep in
But you have to sustain, you have to resist
I see myself in the dust that collects
At the bottom of closets where skeletons sit
‘Cause everything that I had begun to see
Were products of all my regrets and my grief
Their presence, it lingered, like smoke off a wick
They kept me from reaching for what I once held
I know it’s not easy, I've got to commit
For lackluster was making me sick

You grit through my struggles, You tensed for my hits
You cleaned out my closets, removing the filth
You saved me from sinking to hopeless lamenting
Its actions like this that demand a reaction!

Selfish am I if I don’t share the news!
Ungrateful am I if I stand, unmoved
For I have been freed of all guilt
And selfish am I if I don’t share the news