I don't know if I should be here I don't know if I should stay I've kept conclusions in a book with my dreams But I'm not feeling very brave I am stained
I don't know if I can hold on I'm not sure that I still feel We're so desensitized by our short-term ideals That self-expression seems unreal Now I am stained I am stained
You and I - we were an institution, baby I thought we'd overcome the rest But even those who choose to walk the higher wire, baby Sometimes need a safety net
