I'm right, I'm wrong
And that is all I have to go on
From the road, you wave goodbye
It's sweet relief from the war inside of me
That at least you know we tried
Time to leave
And I will take this bit of sorrow
If it's all I have to borrow from you
I concede there are just too many answers
I am tired of making sense of what we need
You recall that the more I was involved
Well, the more I made you cry
When I dropped off this ride
That don't seem to stop
It's a swan that needs to dive
I am tired of making sense of what we need
And every push has some reaction to the bleed
Then a slow and painful retreat
And it feels like doing taxes
So I'll stop, begin
Flat out admit just how it's been
Pick between this fight or flight