| As we glide over whatever | 
| We know to be over forever | 
| I really hope the shame is less | 
| For what we feel in times of stress | 
| But, I guess that’s just depression | 
| No sense in fighting it now | 
| You had me caught in your headlights | 
| You were running me down | 
| We speak in tongues and start to teethe | 
| Lift your voice and scrape your knees | 
| Kids in love will plant a seed | 
| Resurrect and start to breathe | 
| I thought I was a creator | 
| I’m here just hanging around | 
| Got my messiah impression | 
| I think I got it nailed down | 
| I want to tell you we’re alright | 
| Want to erase all your doubt | 
| I’ve got this thorn dug in deeply | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| I’m strumming with a heavy wrist | 
| Were you one of the cured kids? | 
| My shins burn for the replica youth | 
| I hope that we can eject soon | 
| Because I don’t want to surrender | 
| Or lose your face in the crowd | 
| I finally found all my courage | 
| It was buried under the house | 
| Not just a manic depressive | 
| Toting around my own cloud | 
| I’ve got a positive message | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out | 
| Sometimes I can’t get it out |