Rule of Thirds Kind of Life

A rule of thirds kind of life I live you'll discover

I'm mostly off to the side or often I'm under

You're like a vending machine that's gone out of order

You just take what I offer and then find another one to give you comfort

And I wonder if you lie awake

In the wreckage from the storms of words you say

And although you're many miles away

I'm still in it

You run your mouth like a pack of wolves, you be careful

Before your hands are tied by the cords of your vocals

Hear that noise? It's the rattling of the shackles

On your heart as you ramble without a care for anyone else at all

And I wonder if you lie awake

In the wreckage from the storm of words you say

And although you're many miles away,

I'm still in it

(Forgive. repeat until we leave.

Forgive. Release. and maybe you could forgive me.

Forgive like you've forgiven me)

A rule of thirds kind of life,

Kinda like a rule of thirds kind of life

And I wonder if you lie awake

In the wreckage from the storms of words you say

And although you're many miles away

I'm still in it

I'm still in it

Are you still in it?

I'm still in it