Overrun

I can't hold my breath like you do

'Cause with this thunder in my voice, it comes right through

It's not a painting of the moment of my flight

But it's a vision of the future in my sights

And I don't see the things you say

It never seems to go my way

And everything I go to do

I gravitate my mind right back to you

I keep letting in, but I'm getting overrun

What's the point in this if all I feel is numb

Prepared for the pain of your loaded gun