For the Asking

The words I should have said
You've heard them all before
And where you rest your head
Can't hurt me anymore
The innocence is stained
And it's different than before
The air's not fit to breathe
And the sun's not warm enough
I'm circling the drain
While you're burning through the rough
No

But I know the game is rigged
And despite all I can be
Oh, it's gone