Over It
Come to you from this painted corner
Do my best to explain
But I'm tongue-tied and jetlagged
Growing tired of this game
Keep up with the fleeing bullseye
Causing unneeded stress
Following the downside
Guess I tried my best
Maybe it is getting better
And I guess I'll just believe
But the air is getting heavy
Gonna have to wait and see
This self-inflicted silence
Worthless as can be
Don't mean to be ungrateful
This means nothing to me
Over it
Torn up, battered and bruised
Over it
Are we wasting our breath
Through the darkness, made it out alive
Had to bust on through to the other side
Had to take everything that was lost
Whoa oh oh
Writer/s: Resistors
