Learn to Love What's Killing Me

I Was Waiting At The Hotel At 4 A.M
Staring Down The Open Road
I Was Carrying Bowling Bags Of Bulgarian Stuff
Unhappy In The Afterglow
I Was Taught To Stay High With My Head Kept Down Low
Something I Quess You'll Never Know
Last Thing I Remember Was A Blinding Light
Noise, Sweat And Smoke

I Ain't Asking Noone For Good Advice

I Can Walk, I Can Stand
I Can Pull The Strings Left In My Hands
I Can Be So Free
Once I Learn To Love What's Killing Me

Who Can Say They Mean No Wrong And Still Be Alone
Who's That Waiting By The Phone?
For The Call That Won't Come
The Right Words To Make Sense
In The Split Seconds Just Before You Jump
I Was Reconstructing All The Things That You Said
Laid Them Out On This Here Kitchen Floor
Thought I'd Had Way Too Much Of Your Flash Flood Stuff
Turns Out I Really Needed Some More

I Ain't Asking You For Your Good Advice

I Will Walk,I Will Stand
I Will Pull The Strings Left In My Hands
I Will Be So Free
Once I've Learnt To Love Whats Killing Me
I Can Walk, I Can Stand
I Can Pull These Strings Left In My Hands
I Can Be So Free
Once I Learn To Love What's Killing Me.