I’ve been guarding what I claim as mine And I wear what you despise like a sign Pack me full of all your rigid little rules I spit them out—I like to break your tools Too bad the sparks that make you mad Are the ones I keep The ones I keep I remember all the scripts you handed down I was open, soaking every word around Time went on—I saw the hollow faces pass Now I know I’m breathing, moving way past Too bad the sparks that make you mad Are the ones I keep And I’m wide awake I catch your stare, I know what you’re thinking That I won’t ever leave this place But all that I’ve chased and all that I’ve tasted You won’t ever trace Too bad the sparks that make you mad Are the ones I keep Yeah, I’m alive And I’m wide awake Too bad the sparks that make you mad Are the ones I keep Too bad the sparks that make you mad Are the ones I keep
