The Glory

When you respond

It's mind over matter

'Cus when I see you

Nothing else matters

So what's wrong with me?

When I get poetic

Oh, I feel pathetic

It makes me feel so pathetic

Just stop and wonder

You think I belong here?

You can tell me to stay clear

And I'll make it quick

So stick to a side

Stop changing the story

If you're passing by

Then ride out the glory

So tell me you're tired

Now that you know the truth

You think you know me

You act like you have a clue

And now nobody's alive

And both your hands stained red

From all the lies I've told

And the hearts I should've loved instead

Just stop and wonder

You think I belong here?

You can tell me to stay clear

And I'll make it quick

So stick to a side

Stop changing the story

If you're passing by

Then ride out the glory