{Verse 1}
You, you all see sides of me. The one's that sad and sweet, leave a bitter taste... un-complete. (un-complete)
And you... all think that I am weak, that I don't sense your creed. Believe me...
{Chorus 1}
It comes in second nature. Maybe I'm your neighbor? That you never see... walking down the street. They're writing in the paper, that I'm just a painter. Draw my legacy, written by the scenes. But it comes in second nature
{Post Chorus}
But it comes in second nature
{Verse 2}
"He, he's got it so easy, luxury and dreamy... prefect, flawless, peasy." But I'm not... everything I seem. I pray my soul uncleaned, washed in the blood of grief
{Chorus 2}
It comes in second nature. Maybe I'm your neighbor? That you never see... walking down the street. (oh) They're writing in the paper, that I'm just a painter. Draw my legacy, written by the scenes. But it comes in second nature
But it comes...
{Bridge}
In second thoughts, "he's meaner then I thought!", "he gets all that he wants!", "he fits in every font!"
But I'm so lost... (but I'm so lost)
{Outro}
But I'm so lost
(yeah)