Use the [bad word] As a weapon
To beat up all your friends
Every [bad word] In the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys
From the hallway
Calling out your name
And [bad word] love
Will find you in the end

You were restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I [bad word]  to the road
So now there's this long list of places I was
And I just wanna be at home

Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

Use your saints
And your mantras
And those things that keep you calm
If you stay
With that [bad word] He's gonna do you harm
As a voice
Calling loudly
From the radio just to you
And good fortune will find you in the end

Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms