It Works Itself Out
Is it all that you need to get by, to feel good, satisfied that you did what you could.
It works itself out, works itself out.
Just, is it time to take a look at what happened. All bound by the shame
When you made the mistake of reacting, to reaction.
You put your thoughts into the shape of a weapon
All you did was learn a terrible lesson
That you can sell me out again
Sell me out again
There is a thought that drifts away it's an echo of memory replaced by distractions, to distraction.
(vocals)
You can sell me out again
Sell me out again