The door flies open before you count to ten
Raising your hand is a means to an end
Broken bottles surround your floor
The door flies open before you count to ten
Raising your hand is a means to an end
Broken bottles surround your floor
They tell a tale of your deepest regrets
Now you lay on the floor

Now how do breathe?
And how do you sleep when
Your life turns upside down?
And how do you feel now that you're here?
No answer comes to mind
We all cant count on ourselves in the worst of times
And we all need a mirror to face to see past ourselves
And if we could imagine a world where things were perfect
Then we would never have to speak this lie to tell the truth

Tell me you'll wait here right by my side
Through the worst of times you'll fight your pride
A pray well never part until we die
Tell me you'll wait, tell me you'll stay
Through these winding roads you'll always obey
Tell me you'll wait right by my side
No answer comes to mind