Somewhere in This Miserable… Songtext
von Comeback Kid
Somewhere in This Miserable… Songtext
Trade back highs and lows within the blink of an eye,
Have you ever been burnt so bad?
You swore this would be the last.
I never could′ve escaped it, I didn't wanna be seen.
How did it all happen so fast?
The only choice left for me, outlast.
Rather be here now more than ever,
Feed the doubt until you figure how to lock it in,
There′ll always be the thrill of it.
Messed up, pissed off, build on it,
'Cause maybe it looks better with a stain on it.
Until you figure how to lock it in,
There'll always be the thrill of it.
I figure if it′s possible.
We′ll find it in this miserable...
Trade back highs and lows within the blink of an eye,
Have you ever been burnt so bad?
You swore this would be the last.
I never could've escaped it, I didn′t wanna be seen.
How did it all happen so fast?
The only choice left for me, outlast.
Rather be here now more than ever,
Feed the doubt until you figure how to lock it in,
There'll always be the thrill of it.
Messed up, pissed off, build on it,
′Cause maybe it looks better with a stain on it.
Until you figure how to lock it in, There'll always be the thrill of it.
Face the source.
When to hold, when to fold, I best not forget.
Have you ever been burnt so bad?
You swore this would be the last.
I never could′ve escaped it, I didn't wanna be seen.
How did it all happen so fast?
The only choice left for me, outlast.
Rather be here now more than ever,
Feed the doubt until you figure how to lock it in,
There′ll always be the thrill of it.
Messed up, pissed off, build on it,
'Cause maybe it looks better with a stain on it.
Until you figure how to lock it in,
There'll always be the thrill of it.
I figure if it′s possible.
We′ll find it in this miserable...
Trade back highs and lows within the blink of an eye,
Have you ever been burnt so bad?
You swore this would be the last.
I never could've escaped it, I didn′t wanna be seen.
How did it all happen so fast?
The only choice left for me, outlast.
Rather be here now more than ever,
Feed the doubt until you figure how to lock it in,
There'll always be the thrill of it.
Messed up, pissed off, build on it,
′Cause maybe it looks better with a stain on it.
Until you figure how to lock it in, There'll always be the thrill of it.
Face the source.
When to hold, when to fold, I best not forget.
Writer(s): Andrew Neufeld, Jeremy Brent Hiebert, Kyle Adam Profeta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com