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 death   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