your stitches are all out
but your scars are healing wrong
the helium balloon inside your room [bad word] undone
and it's pushing up at the ceiling
and the flickering lights it cannot get beyond

everyone takes turns
now it's yours to play the part
and they're sitting all around you
holding copies of your chart
and the misery inside their eyes is synchronised and reflecting it to yours

hold on
one more time with feeling
try it again, breathing's just a rhythm
say it in your mind until you know that the words are right
this is why we fight

you thought by now you'd be
so much better than you are
you thought by now they'd see
that you [bad word] so far

and the pride inside their eyes
is synchronised to a love you'll never know
so much more than you can show

hold on
one more time with feeling
try it again, breathing's just a rhythm
say it in your mind, until you know that the words are right

this is why we fight
this is why we fight