Oh, you would do it so slow, like you're walking on glass
Oh, you always held back, I never thought 'bout the cause
I just took and I took, I sought more than I should
I regret that I can no longer do what is right
How far you fall in your sleep is determined by me
In the waking hours of our coexistence
Honey, forgive my ways
It will all fade away if you let it just stumble out the back of your mind
Oh, it's a fortunate day when I can feel for your face
Pressed up like a child's cheek on detention hall glass
Oh, summer came and it went, I'm feeling wicked and dim
And now it's time to repent for my calamitous sins
This is a terrible curse
Oh, there ain't nothing worse
Than to be let down in soul-crushing, doleful fashion
So I beg and I plead, please go easy on me
I despise the way I doom things in the first scene
I will not wait in the wings
I am a cobra now
I will not wait in the wings
I am a cobra now
I will not die in the grass
I am a wild fire
I will not die in the grass
I am a cobra now
Oh, we're the fortunate ones
We are the fortunate ones
We are the fortunate ones and we complain 'bout our lives
No one feels sorry for me
No one feels sorry for me
No one feels sorry for me
I am a cobra right now
You would do it so slow
Like you know that it's wrong
And we're both walking on glass
I feel I've lost it so soon
No one feels sorry for me
No one feels sorry for me
No one feels sorry for me
I am a cobra right now
You would do it so slow
Like you know that it's wrong
And we're both walking on glass
I feel I've lost it so soon