Tired and I am angry
At the nature of it all
Fighting just to find myself a breath
Gets hard to see the meaning
Maybe it’s just like you said
Today was just a little better than my best
In the face of my depression
I can hardly see the sun
Peeking out behind the wreckage that gets left
I can’t easily forget it
No, it ain’t just in my head
Today was just a little better than my best
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
‘Cause in this life
There will be trouble
And there’s no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
And spread the ashes
Always think that I am humble
‘Til the moment passes by
Starts a fire I can’t control inside my chest
Sweet reminders of the growing up
That hasn’t happened yet
Today was just a little better than my best
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
‘Cause in this life
There will be trouble
And there’s no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
And spread the ashes
So, we leave you with a message
Fellow passengers of pain
Never bite the hand no matter how you’re fed
When the saints are called back home
And all the wickedness is dead
We will meet you somewhere better than our best, c’mon
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
Let the paint dry on the picture
Holding on to the promises of yes and amen
‘Cause in this life
There will be trouble
And there’s no time for us to mourn
So, strike a chord
Sing a song
Spread the ashes
Strike a chord
Sing a song
Spread the ashes
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Say It Now
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