You're under your covers
Who's crunching your numbers?
Flames will only grow bigger
At the snap of your finger
I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness
Channeling finer days and minding my business
If taking up space is my saving grace
How could I worry myself with saving face?
We're safe in the masses
Embers buried by ashes
Age ain't likely to fade
Just 'cause there's a reaction does not mean there'll be a change
You're lost in the numbers
You're lost in the numbers
I'll try to act like I've lost my way and beg for forgiveness
Channeling finer days
Like praying for Christmas.
If taking up space is my saving grace
How could I worry myself with saving face?