Some days I swear that I can taste those empty promises

On my tongue, on my tongue

I fill my bottles with regrets, I line ‘em up and knock ‘em

Back down, one by one

Try to see me as I could be

I’m afraid of what I am right now

Tomorrow is a curse and it’s pulling me down

Down, down, down

Is it too late for me to get right?

We lay our bodies in the dirt, we burn our callowness to

Ashes, ashes

I’m not scared of sleeping underground

But I’m uncertain of the after

What comes after?

It’s a bad dream I’ve been having

It’s a place I wish I’d never found

Tomorrow is a curse and it’s pulling me down

It’s pulling me down

Is it too late for me to get right?

I’d rather be a light, not a black hole

Is it too late for me to get right?

I want the darkness out of me

Some days I swear that I can taste that disillusionment

On your tongue, on your tongue

I fill my heart up with regret, you pick it up and put it

Back down– are we wiser now?

Try to see me as I could be

I’m ashamed of what I am right now

Tomorrow is a new day, I won’t let you down

I won’t let you down

Is it too late for me to get right?

I’d rather be a light, not a black hole

Is it too late for me to get right?

To get right? Somebody tell me

Is it too late for me to get right?

Make me a light, not a black hole

Is it too late for me to get right?

To get right, to get right