We built our walls like we learned
Then they came crashing downward
We saw the things that we burned
And ran from ourselves like cowards

It can't be made right
It can't be made right

All of the things that we earned,
With bruises and scratches and blood
Were tapping on our backs and we turned
And fell facedown in the mud

It can't be made right
It can't be made right
I feel so small…

Maybe we have room to grow
We'll never get there unless we go
Maybe we're lost in complications
Our hearts and our bodies, racing and racing

We made our messes
We choked on our lessons never learned

Maybe we have room to grow
We'll never get there unless we go
Maybe we're lost in complications
Our hearts and our bodies, racing and racing