I'd Rather Be in It

Too many buttons, too many lights;

Too many hands in the air tonight;

Too many buttons begging to be pressed;

Too many sleepers beating in my chest;

Look at me, look at me, look at me now;

I learned how to smile;

I learned how to bow;

I learned how to laugh when the room went dim;

But nobody ever came close enough;

I'm tittering under the skin of the stage;

A spark in a box, a knife in a cage;

If I shake hard enough, baby, you'll see;

Maybe you'll finally believe in me;

Too many buttons, too many wires;

Too many mouths feeding the fire;

Begging to be pressed;

Begging to break, begging to be real for somebody's sake;

Too many buttons, too much to hide;

Too many reasons I stayed inside;

Press me, hush me, pull me apart;

Just do something before I stop my heart;

Because you're gone already;

Susan, you're gone already, Lisa;

Gone from the;

Gone from the room, gone from the reason;

Gone from the pulse that once made you bright;

Gone like a match in a storm this night;

No, no, I'm here;

I'm here,

I'm here,

I can still hear every shift of fear;

I can still feel the crowd leaning;

I can still taste where the night begins;

Soothing a year of my life;

Holding my breath in the knife edge light;

Watching you spiral, watching you spiral;

Waiting for one honest place to begin;

Don't leave me talking into the wall;

Don't let the whole bright tower fall;

If I am shattered, say what you mean;

Tell me what all of this was supposed to mean;

Too many buttons, too many wires;

Too many knots feeding the fire;

Begging to be pressed, begging to break;

Begging to be real for somebody's sake;

Too many eyes in the room we made;

Too many vows that have started to fade;

Bless me, hush me, pull me apart;

So that

I won't carry your wreck of a heart;

I stood at the edge of your beautiful ruin;

Listening for a love that was never coming;

You made a cathedral out of your need;

Then blamed the world when it wouldn't bleed;

I am still here, I am still loud;

I am the name beneath the cloud;

I am the gas;

I am the spark,

I am the head in the deepest dark;

You are the echo after the fall;

A pained face on a hollow wall;

And I am done with the ache and the plea;

Done with the girl you kept calling me;

I′ve wasted a year of my life;

Still I am standing in spite of the night;

Too many fall throughs, too many lies;

Too many things I had to survive;

I would not trade this bruised up world;

For your shut door, for your covered pearl;

Rest me;

Can't you see?

I'd rather be in it than disappear with pieces in our;

I'd rather be in it,

I'd rather be in it with the wreckage, the noise, the sting;

I'd rather be in it than nothing at all;