POST SEASON LYRICS

"Never Tell Me The Odds"

I ripped the cornerstone from progress,
Collapsed under the weight.
I’m spent. Honestly,
How the hell am I still awake?

You’re terrified of failure in a world that’s not afraid.
We’re only as bold as the moves we make.
We’re only as bold as the moves we make.
For Christ’s sake, give it a rest.
If I haven’t yet, what makes you think I’ll come around?
Your fractured thoughts on what life’s about
Are fault lines cracking up a stable ground.
No, I won’t stop now.

I ripped the cornerstone from progress,
Collapsed under the weight.
I’m spent. Honestly,
How the hell am I still awake?
You said you wanted more from me.
I’m clawing through the wreckage for a victory,
But the pressure's hard to shake.
How the hell am I still awake?

You only ever talk down. You spit bullets from a naive mouth.
I guess you know it all now, but you don’t. No, you don’t.
You're counterproductive, destructive, a fraction of yourself.
Your hollowed heart got ripped apart. Now your words have a body count.

I ripped the cornerstone from progress,
Collapsed under the weight.
I’m spent. Honestly,
How the hell am I still awake?
You said you wanted more from me.
I’m clawing through the wreckage for a victory,
But the pressure's hard to shake.
How the hell am I still awake?

If you told me I’m a failure, I'd have to disagree
'Cause I built this life on restless nights and reckless memories.
And I know I'll make mistakes, but I won’t admit defeat
'Cause I built this life on restless nights and reckless memories.

I ripped the cornerstone from progress,
Collapsed under the weight.
I’m spent. Honestly,
How the hell am I still awake?
You said you wanted more from me.
I’m clawing through the wreckage for a victory,
But the pressure's hard to shake.
How the hell am I still awake?

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