Tightrope

Walking on a tightrope Seasons change like the fear of us Sinking in the shallows I don't get it why half of it's so rough Driving and I'm worn out Curtains closed listen Alex sing that song Or was I wrong to ask you What's the point Do you even care Put yourself inside that little jar of yours Sold my soul to the man to find Myself inside a box This pretty little place of mine This pretty little place of mine What's the point if you can't draw the line Yourself Something in the air now My spine feels the ground around me Punch drunk loud mouth Stupid things I say beneath my feet Tasting the regret now Do you listen to anything I say To the words I say What's the point Do you even care Put yourself inside that little jar of yours Sold my soul to the man to find Myself inside a box This pretty little place of mine This pretty little place of mine What's the point if you can't draw the line Yourself Draw the line You can paint the walls yourself Draw the line You can paint the walls yourself