Manic

I'm tired of life
I'm out of fuel
And the way these things are going
Makes me wonder if I'll make it through

I'm torn apart
I'm out of tune
These strings the only friend
I have to take a little edge
Off these blues

From way up here
I guess it would be easy
To take things too far
Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy
Make it all too much

I guess I guess
We all have different stories
But at least we have a story
Oh yea
I guess
We can hold it all together
It gets better it gets better
Oh yea

A broken bird
With broken wings
They lied about freedom
In those magazines
There's no easy way to tell you
You're gonna have to face it alone From way up here
I guess it would be easy
To take things too far
Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy
Make it all too much

I guess I guess
We all have different stories
But at least we have a story
Oh yea
I guess
We can hold it all together

Don't cry now
I'll be alright
It's ok
I'll soon be out of the dark
On my way
It's not the first time
And it won't be the last time

I guess I guess
we don't all end in glory
But at least we have a story
Oh yea

I guess
We can hold it all together
It gets better it gets better
Oh yea