On the ropes, on the run, I doubt things are bound to change
Better days pass away, I might just be out of range
I was always too young or too old for you
I was always too dumb or too bold for truth
Cleaner slate, give me grace, whatever the hell I'll need
Justified, sanctified, God I hope I still believe
I was always too young or too old for you
Damned or saved, it doesn't change the things I've done for you
For you
For you
For you
Sit me down, tied and bound, burn me up from the inside
Make me stand, if you can, God I wish that I had died
I could never be old and outgrow my youth
I was either untrained or too sane for you
For you
For you
For you
The world could wait with shame
With no one left to blame
The burden of my guilt
With nothing left to kill
To kill
For you
For you
For you
For you