Eyes wet, toward
Day one, day one, start over again
Wide open frayed
Step one, step one, I am barely making sense
Little and hardly here
Day one, day one, start over again
I pray He wants to lose
Unsure, unconvincing
If God's taking bets
Step one, step one, I am barely making sense
Just yet I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
Timid, without a hand
From now I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
Just yet I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
This faint and shaky hour
Feign brave with steel intent
Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one, with not much making sense
From scratch, begin again, but this time I as “I” and not as “We”
From scratch, begin again, but this time I as “I” and not as “We”
Gun shy and quivering
