i feel like the last lit candle in the back of my mind both palms to the future so slack in the line but no qualms with it i don t flip a coin like the rest of em or fall into line and live life by the pendulum and never would i sell my soul find the beauty in the little things you can t control break the mold from it look you can see tomorrow in my eyes and expect nothing less than a lesson in disguise when the clouds clear heavens just a six letter word like crutch hanging on the syllables and verbs of trust and this is why i walk where the road ends and live inside that little space where the notes been like this is all that ever made sense my hopes my flesh my bones my breath exposed holding onto to truth like it s slipping and the cliffs edge is cutting the rope i think it s time to let go look at what you started got the whole world holding their heads in their hands trying to find a reason trying to figure out the pieces to find another meaning to believe it look at what you started got the whole world shaking their fists at the sky trying to find a reason trying to blame it on the momma like it s coming through to take away their jesus i see the glow in the window from the street and i seek truth through the passion i release and absorb it all of this has torn apart the seams and explained to me that i don t need a hand to hold the dreams and i don t need to stand in front of god to intervene with a devil that s inside trying to take away my dreams i created play my little life on the strings carve a sentence out of silence and wear it like a ring to remember hell is just a four letter word like fear tracing the reflection of your tears i ve been choking on my everything for years trying to force a meaning into anything that smudged the mirror like i learned that this is not about control no wins no loss no points no goals just go holding onto the truth like it s slipping and the cliffs edge is cutting the rope i think it s time to let go  look at what you started got the whole world holding their heads in their hands trying to find a reason trying to figure out the pieces to find another meaning to believe it look at what you started got the whole world shaking their fists at the sky trying to find a reason trying to blame it on the momma like it s coming through to take away their jesus1