Over The Line

what's  left  to  lose,  i  painted  all  these  pictures  but  you..

is  this  distance  calling  my  name,

i  think  persistence  is  this  price  that  we  pay  in  the  end.

i  could  try  to  survive  in  a  world  of  common  sense,

but  can  i  stand  in  line  and  wait  just  like  the  rest,

been  losing  so  much  weight  when  i  leave  the  ground,

the  most  that  can  be  presented  to  me  is  here  right  now.

over  the  line  every  god  damn  time,

and  you're  still  waiting  on  me  to  let  go.

what's  left  to  lose?

i  painted  all  these  pictures  but  you  couldn't  choose,

all  of  your  company.

but  is  this  distance,  calling  my  name?

i  think  persistence  is  this  price  that  we  pay  in  the  end.

not  a  sound  can  be  drowned  if  you  don't  stop  listening,

to  the  words  you  believe,

they  only  like  it  if  you  foresee.

i'm  seeing  red,

and  as  a  result  my  dreams,

were  left  unsaid,  how  could  this  happen  to  me?

when  i'm  over  the  line  every  god  damn  time,

and  you're  still  waiting  on  me  to  let  go.

what's  left  to  lose?

i  painted  all  these  pictures  but  you  couldn't  choose,

all  of  your  company.

but  is  this  distance,  calling  my  name?

i  think  persistence  is  this  price  that  we  pay  in  the  end.

i'm  looking  past  the  ones  who  fell  back  in  the  race,

another  day  that  i  can  tell  the  wasted  space.

i'm  looking  past  the  ones  who  fell  back  in  the  race,

you  can  see  it  in  my  face,  in  my  face!

what's  left  to  lose?

i  painted  all  these  pictures  but  you  couldn't  choose,

all  of  your  company.

what's  left  to  lose?

i  painted  all  these  pictures  but  you  couldn't  choose,

all  of  your  company

but  is  this  distance,  calling  my  name?

i  think  persistence  is  this  price  that  we  pay  in  the  end.