You’re under your covers

Who’s crunching your numbers?

Flames will only grow bigger

At the snap of your finger

 

I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness

Channeling finer days and minding my business

If taking up space is my saving grace

How could I worry myself with saving face?

We’re safe in the masses

Embers buried by ashes

Age ain’t likely to fade

Just ‘cause there’s a reaction does not mean there’ll be a change

You’re lost in the numbers

You’re lost in the numbers

I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness

Channeling finer days

Like praying for Christmas.

If taking up space is my saving grace

How could I worry myself with saving face?