Collect yourself
For what you think you lost
Was but a fraction of time
Don't lose your head
In a broken train of thought
It's not the truth nor a sign
And redefine the art of dying to all that you hate
On your bathroom floor tonight
And cease to paint the skyline
When all you have is today
And stop staring at your crime
Take heart, you are no stranger to life
And still able to forgive
And know how far beginnings go to die
It's their desire not to live
And redefine the art of dying to all that you hate
On your bathroom floor tonight
And cease to paint the skyline
When all you have is today
And stop staring at your crime
Collect yourself
For what you think you lost
Was but a fraction of time