IT TOOK A WHILE
FOR ME TO SEE THINGS
AS THEY WERE
IN A LOT OF TRUTH
IT WASN'T YOU
IT WAS ME
I LET MYSELF
GET USED TO DROWNIN'
IN THE HURT
AGAINST THE WALL
WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT
IT WAS ME
FROM THERE
I COULDN'T EVEN
LOOK OVER
MY SHOULDER
AND I KICKED DOWN
ALL THE WALLS
AND STARTED ALL OVER
AND I DON'T
PAINT MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE
IN A BRITTLE
HEART OF CLAY
I THREW MY
BRUSHES AWAY
THE TOOLS
OF THE TRADE
THAT CHAIN
YOUR MEMORY TO ME
ARE OUT THE DOOR
I DON'T PAINT MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE
4 BAR
BREAK
WHEN YOU LEFT
YOU LEFT ME
WITH NO OTHER
CHOICE AT ALL
BUT TO SINK
TO MY KNEES
AND CRY
I NEVER KNEW
JUST HOW FAR
A SOUL COULD FALL
LIKE A ROCK
COULDN'T STOP
DIDN'T TRY
AND I LOCKED MYSELF
BEHIND
SHADES OF MISERY
WHEN I LET YOU GO
I SET MYSELF FREE
AND I DON'T
PAINT MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE
IN A BRITTLE
HEART OF CLAY
I THREW MY
BRUSHES AWAY
THE TOOLS
OF THE TRADE
THAT CHAIN
YOUR MEMORY TO ME
ARE OUT THE DOOR
I DON'T PAINT
MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE
OH THE TOOLS
OF THE TRADE
THAT CHAIN
YOUR MEMORY TO ME
ARE OUT THE DOOR
I DON'T PAINT MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE
I DON'T PAINT MYSELF
INTO CORNERS
ANYMORE