Your moral compass spinning

Prayin' knees are bent but trembling

You're more bruise than bleed these days but still

If it doesn't hurt it can't be trusted

You can't breathe without percussion

Howlin' through the downbeat

Trip over the ghost note

You're a stranger in your own skin

A wound closed then reopened

A crescendo to tailspin, again

Your hands around your own neck

The earthquake twitching on deck

The understudy's roses rotting

The upper hand is a fist tonight

'Cause you won't heal without a fight

Your home is in the breakdown and the fall

The medicine is in the pocket

Of a skeleton in your closet

It's still just a size too small

'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin

A wound closed then reopened

A crescendo to tailspin, again

Your hands around your own neck

The earthquake twitching on deck

The understudy's roses rotting

Your moral compass spinning

Prayin' knees are bent but trembling

You're more bruise than bleed these days but still

The medicine is in the pocket

Of a skeleton in your closet

It's still just a size too small

'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin

A wound closed then reopened

A crescendo to tailspin, again

Your hands around your own neck

The earthquake twitching on deck

The understudy's roses rotting

'Cause you're a stranger in your own skin

A wound closed then reopened

A crescendo to tailspin, again