this bed of nails which way should i rest my head i ll say a prayer hoping someone hears there s a hydroplane waiting behind these eyes i could find a way to hold your smile but i think i ll let go i m living over and over not stayin here divided i ve drawn my own line i ve talked my way out of the lie i m finding it s not a weakness it s forgiving myself it s a game i ve learned to quiet the sounding shame to quicken the guilt i feel when it s calling my name should i say i m sorry love or call up a couple friends or spend those hours like never havin em again i m living over and over not stayin here divided i ve drawn my own line i ve talked my way out of the lie i m finding it s not a weakness it s forgiving myself it s not a weakness it s forgiving myself