When I look back
Over bridges
Built of hatred
I start to see the subtle cracks
Not to diminish
The power and truth
In anger
But to differentiate between the flame
And my vocation as an arsonist covered in gasoline
I've only proved that I know how to say
Fuck you in a thousand ways
I've only proved that I know how to say
Fuck you in a thousand ways
And that ain't much
But it's all I've got
I was hoping there was more than this
I was hoping I was more than this
And I know we're both guilty
Of holding our breath while drowning the other
And I know we're both guilty
Of holding our breath while drowning the other
This is not an apology
I am not trying to make amends
This is not an apology
I am not trying to make amends
I am just trying to find the strength
To admit that I was wrong
This is not an apology
I am not trying to make amends
I am just trying to find the strength
To admit I was wrong