tell me if it hurts to be cared for like a baby bird that fell straight out of the nest go on rest your wings and baby show me where it hurts when the world cuts you to ribbons ties you up in all its Gordian knots sometimes the answer is staring you in the face sometimes the hardest thing to do is to get out of your own way i know at times it feels like the soil’s gone sour that any seeds you plant will rot and die before they ever flower no one ever said doing what’s right would be easy there’s a reason martyrs always burn at the stake the ones who hope with everything to lose usually do they brighten the path ahead for the cowards who won’t take their place and that’s okay la la la la la la la la la show me where it hurts (show me where it hurts) take me by the hand lead me across the quicksand show me where to step which fallen branches can hold my weight and which will leave me sinking flailing grasping for someone close to drag underneath sometimes the answer isn’t an answer at all sometimes you have to learn to rely on yourself i know at times it feels like the soil’s gone sour that any seeds you plant will rot and die before they ever flower love (love, love) is a superpower but you can’t just call upon heat-ray vision without learning how to use it (love, love) loving is indecision when the one who holds your heart walks into traffic like it’s a break from convention no one ever said doing what’s right would be easy there’s a reason martyrs always burn at the stake the ones who hope with everything to lose usually do but you can be the water to spoil all their pretty plans you can be a wakeup call that starts a revolution. love (love love) is a riot that starts in your backyard.
