I'm getting forced away from the right time and right place

You say you swear you hear my name more often than you see my face

I'm still wide awake lying on the mistake you made

Every time you had the chance to walk away

But you carry on

Counting the changes

And although you're wrong

If you want to test my patience

Please do

Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise

I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder

Please choose

'Cos at some point down the line I'll realise

There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out

With the contingent selection

Of equivocations and the words you chose

In which my answers are questioned

But tell me if I just let this go

Would you carry on

Counting the changes

And although you're wrong

If you want to test my patience

Please do

Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise

I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder

Please choose

Cause at some point down the line I'll realise

There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out

I'll still be holding out