I didn't need a passing word
I gave to you what I deserve
Sitting down on the sideline
Seemed fine until I dreamed I
Could beeline my path upon that hill
And I find that each time I still die
Inside without any hope to heal
What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
To recap each stab to my back was deep
And it bled me out for weeks
If I ever get the feedback
That we lack this trap it's intact
And in fact it kept me in the weeds
Everything we are is going to change
The mask will stay the same
I wish that I could say this was a task that I can handle
But I'm sure the outcome would have been the same
What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
Better than I've done before
Better than I've done before
What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too?
What if I'm not the person you thought I'd be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too?
What are the odds that I would be happy?
WRITERS
Christopher Dawson, Dakota Jerns, George Swanger, James Beattie, Mitch Swanger, Robert James, Scott Swanger