Looking in the wrong direction So I'm getting myself lost Yes, desperation has its cost And I thought I knew better, oh The things I thought The things I wanted to be The things I'm not, the things I'm not And I've come to terms with the lines on my brow And how I put them there myself And I've come to terms with the fact that we Don't get what we want, and that's why we want it from the start That's why we want it, that's why What a beautiful mess you've made Are you proud of yourself? Did you think that you could slip away and stay out of it? So as long as you can stay, nobody's happy now And there's nowhere else to go but down It's too late to be normal It's too late for compromise Throw another log on the fire and cover your eyes I said cover your eyes No it's not a crisis No it's not life or d**h It's just another day inside of your head Inside your head, inside mine What a beautiful mess you've made... The burden, the blame, the crisis Don't have the strength to stick around Hold it together now Driving down south to recenter myself Don't have the strength to stick around Hold it together now... Hold yourself together... Hold yourself now