I keep an open mind, but only till the bottle stops to spin
And there is only one directional state that I am in
High on the heels of an opening door, you run out
Battered and bruised, strangely relieved, you run in

You said life it still worth living
Girl, you you don't seem so sure
You only need to be more certain what it is you're living for
Climbing the hill of pursuing the front runner's tail
Lower the bar to a point you can't possibly fail