I'm hung up,
I'm dry,
just living a lie;
a walking contradiction fallen victim to my mind.
With intentions unfit,
although I'll admit,
I'd rather take control of you than take control of it.
Rain will fall upon us all until we come to terms
with the fact that all we have is all that we,
It's all that we deserve.
Until we come to terms.
Oh, and If I should die,
you won't question why
I lived my life the way I did and how I made it by.
I won't tell the truth,
and I won't tell a lie;
I fell between a violet dream and holding on to you.
Rain will fall upon us all until we come to terms
with the fact that all we have is all that we,
It's all that we deserve.
Until we come to terms.
Take me home again.
Take me home.