A word unpenned holds me by my angst again
Unbidden and unsent
To find my peace of mind a mess
Her face, displaced
A thought I once chased and placed in sacred verse
Now I've raised only for my pride
And now and then, I try to write it down
But I only seem a stranger
Should have put it in a major

And though I feel so, so sure
So sure, so sure, so sure

And though it pays well to feel like hell
The truth's I want you, but can't break through
Breakthrough
And though it pays well to feel like hell
The truth's I want you, but can't break through
Breakthrough
And though it pays well to feel like hell
The truth's I want you, but can't break through
Breakthrough

Relief, I've learned, comes in foolish words and verse
Unloved and unheard by those who will not dance
I'm not a man, I'm worst at what I am
A sham, dodging your own draft
Can I be your girl?
Cuz in this age, called by what it escapes to be
An undying, roaring symphony on your TV screen

And though I feel so, so sure
(So sure, so sure, so sure)

And though it pays well to feel like hell
The truth's I want you, but can't breakthrough
(Breakthrough, breakthrough, breakthrough)

So far away from your home
So far away from your hole
And still I find that I'm home
And still I find that I'm whole
And still I find
Still I find
And still I find that I'm whole