I'm sick of standing with my hands in my pockets, I'm coming in
Been broke down, choked out, not speaking, not breathing in
Are we gonna fix it?
When are we gonna start?
If it's really too late, I guess I'm looking back
If it's really just time, you can have all of it
If that's where we think straight,
I'll do anything to keep us from feeling choked and separated
'Cause it's all the same things again and again
fall down, repeat, fall down, keep falling down
Is this what we're doing?
What are we doing? fall down, and repeat, fall down, keep falling