Monday morning seeing people on the subway line
It's a miracle, quite biblical that I am up on time
Oh it's hard to breathe when you're so far under ground
Oh I wish there was a blue pill I could take
To wash away the truth I have found
I've read all the self-help books trying to set myself free
According to the experts I'm my own worst enemy
Oh I tried to find some answers to it all
But it feels like there's no rhyme or reason
Just a roll of the dice and that's all
Oh it's hard to remember when you get to December
There's flowers in the spring
Sometimes the end is where you begin
It's like I pulled myself together one too many times
I'm so damn disconnected can't even tell if I'm lying
Oh I fooled myself just to make it through the day
Oh I broke the mirror on the wall
I don't want to hear what it has to say
Sometimes it hurts to let them come in
Oh it's hard to forget all the pain and regret
And harder still to forgive