Текст песни LIVIN' LAUGHIN' LOVIN' - Hastings , Bilmuri

Tightrope, balance all the tension, wherever I go
Is it my condition?
Or is it the high road that's always there to take?
My self-inflicted pain

'Cause every day's a crisis when you're down
All my vices screamin' too loud
Run until I'm underneath the ground
But I'll figure it out

If I flood the house with my blood
I'ma have to clean it up
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doin' what I can
With the mess that I am

Is every day the same?
Or do I need to readjust my brain?
'Cause I wanna stare right at the sun
Sink my teeth into my tongue
Just to feel something for once

'Cause every day's a crisis when you're down
All my vices screamin' too loud
Run until I'm underneath the ground
But I'll figure it out

If I flood the house with my blood
I'ma have to clean it up
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doin' what I can
With the mess that I am

Take what you need, if you leave me
No, I don't wanna stop you
'Cause you already see
The mess that I am

If you take the air from my lungs
Like I'm screaming at the sun
Will it be enough?
I can't make it make sense
It's all out of my hands
I'm doin' what I can
With the mess that I am

With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am
With the mess that I am