The stress is starting to show, in what you call beautiful,
And I've looked around, this whole small town.
For what you think you need, for what you want from me,
And I [bad word] up, [bad word] up empty.

Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching,
Making all the noise of the shyest angels.
Going down deep so deep I can't breathe,
And I don't regret a single thing I've seen.

The stress is starting to show, in what you call beautiful,
And I've looked around, this whole small town.
For what you think you need, for what you want from me,
And I [bad word] up, [bad word] up empty.

Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching,
Making all the noise of the shyest angels.
Going down deep so deep I can't breathe,
And I don't regret a single thing I've seen.