I think I'm sick of second best and silver medals Another trophy of regret that says I could've done better I wish that I could just restart with more momentum With better luck and better cards and my best intentions All I know is I should have thought things over All I know is I could have done this better I'm jumping the gun I'm taking the wheel Fighting with wounds that just won't heal
And I'm trusting You Faith will make a way I'm holding my breath Chasing a dream Out on a whim you're there with me And I'm trusting You Faith will make a way Hard to believe it These old habits they die hard this friction finds me weak I think I've taken them to heart these addictions always bleed I am out on the edge I am taking a step I know you'll catch me when I fall