I believed that time could heal all damaged persons But I've called the lie, for souls know only growth I kept track of days, and years went by remotely Wanting more in life than being alive... O' I'm hopeless! Up in the sky, the clouds have spoken The truth of the lies has been revealed No shots were called So I'm boiling over—awkward in such a perfect low I'm going nowhere, yet moving forward And all around me can feel the pull Maybe I needed time to sort my emotions To factor in who found the stick that's in my spokes I guess I'm all to blame, and I can't see a foot in front of my face When I hit the ground, it's no surprise I break Down in the earth, the roots are moving The truth of the lies steps on their heels No shots were called So I'm boiling over—awkward in such a perfect low I'm going nowhere, yet, moving forward And all around me can feel the pull And to compete with such grace is always a losing race They've all gone when I reach that finish line And I cross it alone, but I cross it nonetheless O' I do not want your praise, just your ears! For I'm sitting on a pot of gold, and I've never been fond of spending No shots were called So I'm boiling over—awkward in such a perfect low I'm going nowhere, yet, moving forward And all around me can feel the pull