Against The Odds.

Baby this is more than coincidence;
It's a form of self-defense.
I'd say I love you;
If it didn't mean giving up my right;
To save myself in this fight;
Against all of the thngs you stand for.

With nothing less than perfect aim;
We prize and trophy our own shame.
I'd say I don't mind;
If it didn't ean I lose my head;
To save myself from you once again;
Running from what you fall for.

We're not lost;
We're just walking in circles.
We're not broken;
We're just putting pieces together of the last miracle
That we can remember.

Down on both of our hands and knees;
Voices cracked; we still try to breathe;
And fight against the things you stand for.
Crawling back up with our blistered eyes;
Climbing towards that blood kised sky;
We run from all the things you fall for.
[This is not another war.]
[This is me and you.]

We're not lost;
We're just walking in circles.
We're not broken;
We're just putting pieces together of the last miracle;
That we can remember.

You're hiding from what you stand for;
You're falling again to this floor;
When all you have to do is remember.
All you have to do is remember.