In the past I'm burning in the flame of hope
Trouble come and turn me into solid smoke
In your bar I drink until I can't stand up
Your drowning heart in the bottom of my cup
You are hurting but you are learning
I'm still burning while I'm living
In my [A]own world
On a bed of nails
No one here I would even think to [C7]tɾust
I would disappear but someone just stole my [A]crutch
You're not here but then again you're nowhere else
In the spinning chair melting all [Em]around yourself
You are hurting but you [A7are learning
I'm still burning but you [A7are living
In your own world
On a bed of nails
In your own world
On a bed of nails
