8x10

You're holding on to the 8x10

Of something that you wish I had said

But a picture's worth 1,000 words

But those words can't hurt

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home

And a boy with rage he could never control

Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog

Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side

Wishing that part of you never died

Praying for a final second chance

Now you're dropping tears on the paper in your hand

Wondering when it'll begin again

Don't throw it away, maybe it'll come back one day

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home

And a boy with rage he could never control

Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog

Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side

Wishing that part of you never died

Praying for a final second chance

The paper never burned

And you never learned

How to live on your own

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home

And a boy with rage he could never control

Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog

Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side

Wishing that part of you never died

Praying for a final second chance

Oh, you're praying for a final second chance