Look at the mess that we've made - Such poor inventions with good intentions I got a bruise on my heart, but I only really feel it when the tension starts And everybody's building walls and taking stands But me, I found my way out through the wounds in his hands If you're looking for me, I'll be outside waiting for my ride Cuz I can't win this fight This moment can't be replayed. Like a bowling ball balanced on a razor blade This ain't no accident. In the blink of an eye, your scene has been spent Now you're standing with your wallet full of sand You got what you wanted, but it's not what you planned Now we're both waiting outside Do I wait alone tonight?