It tends to find you when you're at your worst

It drags you down the hill, it leaves you out to rust or find you're way back home

Everyone's nervous all of the time

Everyone's worried I'll get mine

(get outta me get outta me)

Everyone's nervous all the time 

Everyone's worried I know why

(get outta me get outta me)


I'll light a fire, and watch us glow

I'll shake the hand that takes me home


All those trees with bear-trap teeth

Tried to get the best of me

And I'm so worried I can't speak

But I could sink, or I could...


It tends to find you when you're in the dirt

It hangs you out to dry it fills you up with soot

And gnarls and brambles 


All those trees with bear-trap teeth

Tried to get the best of me

And I'm so worried I can't speak

But I could sink, or I could...

Dive in silently assembling my armies

From the looks of things I shouldn't carry on


I couldn't let you in it would have been the end

If they'd have found me

I fooled around instead it would have been my head

If they'd have found me