Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.
Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.

The fuse is lit, and someone needs to stop it
not just watch it, take our hands out of our pockets.
How much do we want it?
The fuse skips, like the sparks in my veins,
the latter stages of [bad word] making blood tick in my brain
like tick tick, time's nearly up, tock,
soon there'll be nothing to salvage, nothing to count up,
nothing to hope for, nothing but outrage.
Things are volatile, we're close to detonation
and instead of walking away from the red mist
I'm inhaling.

Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.
Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.

My fists are clenched, nails cutting flesh.
This has to last at least another night, it's not over yet!
I'll fight for now with split knuckles,
and smooth over rough edges
with sleepless-night sandpaper stubble.
Anxious not to smash the cracked glass when I speak.
There's only so long I'll go on grinding my teeth.
I'm tired, but I won't admit defeat
until the whole thing shatters
and we're all left in pieces.

It's brittle, but I'll battle while nothing's been broken,
It's not over yet.
We can handle the fractures,
they're nobody's fault lines.
It's not over yet.
We're close to the brink.
It's not over yet.
Nothing we can't fix,
It's not over yet.
And we may be down but it's not over yet
cause we'll never be out.

Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.
Please give me something to calm me down,
cause I can't seem to hold it off.
You're under my skin,
and I'm not ready to give in.