The floor is the only thing left to hold you up.
So you slam back to earth, but it won't slow down.
Hot tears fall to your ears
To drown out the awful grinding sound
When things just aren't working out
And I don't have the tools to fix this.
But we're given pain that comes in pills
And God slips the bill under our doors
Because we're always waiting.
And we're always saving ourselves for the insatiable.
There is no benefit to the doubts that I have
So I lay it on the table to be judged.
This is the hope that we've all learned to love.
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