standing on the precipice I find
a piece of myself cannot be resigned
to business suits and working nine-to-fives
I'm tortured by the emptiness inside

if there's a reason than please fucking show me it
left feeling worthless to all those that know me so
pick me up, throw me down, lay me out,
tell me that I'm anything cuz nothing feels okay...

I could be anything, anything else but yours.
But I can't face everything, tell me I’m insecure.
I could be anything, anything

I just want to be because
that's all we’re here to do
if you're asleep then how
can I get through to you;
it's all a dream, this ecstasy, everything,
stop spinning for seconds and listen to the silence behind

I could be anything, anything else but yours,
but I can't face everything, tell me I’m insecure.
I could be anything, anything.
I could be anything.


pick me up , throw me down, lay me out,
wear me out, hear me out,
make me think of nothing but you
pick me up , throw me down, lay me out,
wear me out, hear me out,
make me think that nothing is true
(nothing like the way my heart fits...)
pick me up , throw me down, lay me out,
wear me out, hear me out,
from the beginning I knew
pick me up , throw me down, lay me out,
wear me out, hear me out,
(...in your hands)
that maybe there was nothing I could do.

now I know I could be anything, anything else but yours
but I can't face everything
I could be shining on the surface but rotting at the core
I could be anything.