I'm not myself tonight.
I'm looking for an out
when all I want is in.

Doors shut, that were so welcoming before
ignored, the hinges rusted shut,
never to reopen.

What's behind door number one?
You'll never know
(not anymore)

What's behind door number two?
I think I'll take a look

What's behind door number three?
Who wouldn't love to be able to take that one too?

So you get to make your one
and only
choice
(well you get two, because
you're you)

So life's up in the air
And I'm left sitting here

(waiting for it to crash down
around my ears)

So bring on life, I know exactly where I stand
and I know exactly why I stand there.
So bring on life, it'll just keep coming anyways
and you better get used to it.
So bring on life, because if you get stuck on one thing

you

get

stuck

for

what

is

left

of

your

so

called

life.