Got a bruise in my chest And it talks all day Coffee tastes like bad news On a paper plate I drag my shadow home Like a heavy chain Tell me where the joke is 'Cause I missed the name I'm tired of my own voice Tired of the floor Tired of counting seconds Like I owe them more If this is the answer It came out wrong I keep my hands in my pockets To hold on Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) Life is a mess And I wear it thin Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) I keep saying fine But I don't fit in The mirror knows my face Like a bad old friend It keeps every crack I can't quite mend The room goes quiet When I try to pray Even my good intentions Slip away I'm tired of my own voice Tired of the floor Tired of counting seconds Like I owe them more If this is the answer It came out wrong I keep my hands in my pockets To hold on Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) Life is a mess And I wear it thin Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) I keep saying fine But I don't fit in Maybe I'm just weather Passing through the glass Maybe all this heavy Never had to last If I can't find meaning I'll make a little spark One small pulse, one small reason In the dark Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) Life is a mess And I wear it thin Who asked for this? Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) I keep saying fine But I don't fit in Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) Who asked for this? (who asked for this?) I keep saying fine But I don't fit in
