I'm sounding off. Three, two, one, and so on. I'm just trying to be heard
through the fog. With my head arched to the river, I spoke so that it echoed
from my concrete ledge to the strangers passing by.
It's alright, I'm much better than I should be. It's alright. I'm much better than
before.
I'm standing on a bridge with a megaphone. I shout into your ears through a
megaphone. Cause the second you look away I'll jump.
It's alright, I'm much better than I should be. It's alright. I'm much better than
before. If I go and I don't wake up one morning surely, everyone will know the
reason why and where I've gone.
Pages fly as I dive to where they'll find me. When it rains it pours. I sink
towards my permanent end to a temporary problem.
I'm much better than I should be. It's alright. I'm much better than
before. If I go and I don't wake up one morning surely, everyone will know the
reason why and where I've gone. Where I've, where I've gone, where I've gone.