For What It’s Worth

I’m not really doing well

Thank you for the letters and the flowers

They sit right here on the sill

But if I must say I’ve been waiting for a savior or a martyr

Maybe this will be the day I’ll finally heal

I could’ve gotten more

I never tried before, but still

Could’ve gotten more than this

Then more that came before

I thought I wanted more

But still, is there something that I missed?

I’m sick, you’re sick

Everybody knows it

I couldn’t take it

I’m suffocating

How can I breathe with the grip you hold?

Oh, woah

And for what it’s worth

I’m always waiting

There in the dark

In fear of waking up

(In fear of waking up)

Face it

Apathy and patience

Catch us in their weight

If you want a better placement

This is clearly baseless

Everybody’s faceless

Scouring the dirt to find the words among the hatred

What’s a better taste than the taste of retribution

Am I losing sleep at night, or is it just blatant confusion?

Choosing medicine that I don’t have the slightest plan on using

Proving everything for nothing, it’s a recipe for losing (Ah)

Truth is, proof is

Everybody’s useless

I couldn’t take it

I’m suffocating

How can I breathe with the grip you hold?

Oh, woah

And for what it’s worth

I’m always waiting

There in the dark

In fear of waking up

(Waking up)

Beating my head against the wall again

Hoping any of the pressure sank in

Will I ever feel the rain again

If I’ve lost every nerve in my skin?

I couldn’t take it

I’m suffocating

How can I breathe with the grip you hold?

Oh, woah

And for what it’s worth

I’m always waiting

There in the dark

In fear of waking up

(In fear of waking up)