we don't know what we're doing 
 we don't see whats left behind 
 all we know is where were going 
 but its a place i haven't found 
 and i'm torn between my heart and a clear head 
 lately i need so much more than oxygen 
 to walk this path i tread 

 all the right [bad word] out of the wrong mouth for you 
 you pick your poisons and drink them too 

 you pick me up just to put me right back down 
 heavy hands cover glassy eyes 

 you pick the poisons that eat your insides