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This bed of nails,
which way should I rest my head
I'll say a prayer,
hoping someone hears
There's a hydroplane
waiting behind these eyes
I could find a way to hold your smile
but I think I'll let go

I'm living over and over,
not stayin' here divided I've drawn my own line
I've talked my way out of the lie,
I'm finding It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself

It's a game, I've learned, to quiet the sounding shame
To quicken the guilt I feel when it's calling my name
Should I say I'm sorry love, or call up a couple friends
Or spend those hours, like never havin' 'em again?

I'm living over and over,
not stayin' here divided I've drawn my own line
I've talked my way out of the lie,
I'm finding It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself

It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself (x3)