Writing on the Wall

Feels like I'm supposed to stay quiet
Feels like I'm ignoring the rules
Feels like handles outta my chest
While I'm looking my best
Think that's something I'd choose?

Feels like there's just one thing I'm missing
And it feels like everyone knows
Tried to tell me, I just won't listen
Sweating through my jacket as I'm handing out free throws

I asked for one good reason
You said it's 'cause I'd get it
If it started going under
If it started going wrong
Open season
It looked just like you meant it
And I wondered if you felt it at all
I turn away from all the writing on the wall

Feels like the blackest of black thumbs
Feels like just another disguise
Feels like feeling cornered at night
But I won't need my fists
You're not one of those guys

Feels like every crack in your concrete
Feels like all the slowest of burns
I'm numb but I think that I like it
Hands on my hatchet while I'm waiting for my turn

I asked for one good reason
You said it's 'cause I'd get it
If it started going under
If it started going wrong
Open season
It looked just like you meant it
And I wondered if you felt it at all
I turn away from all the writing on the wall

Oh, yeah you meant it
Blood red ink spilling down all the lines of your palms and
Oh, shoulda said it
On that night when you tried then we cried then I said I

I asked for one good reason
You said it's 'cause I'd get it
If it started going under
If it started going wrong
Open season
It looked just like you meant it
And I wondered if you felt it at all

One good reason
You said it's 'cause i'd get it
If it started going under
If it started going wrong
Open season
It looked just like you meant it
And I wondered if you felt it at all

I turn away