Knocked Out

Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone
Tryin’ to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow
At the hands of my proven better half, supposedly
It seems she’s off with the better hand openly

Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone
Tryin’ to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow
Love, sit patiently; let me pick your brain
I started living when I learned your name
But still the endless mazes and webs of the conversations remain
But we wouldn’t love the sunshine if it never rained

We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down
No room to stand, no space to grow

So how can we know just what is right?
See, I’ve got to know
When everything is out on the table
And if ya lemme get up I’ll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count

Let me get up

You’re always on your toes. You’ve lined your soul with bricks
And all the while it’s beginning to get cold and you won’t let me in

We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down
No room to stand, no space to grow

So how can we know just what is right?
See, I’ve got to know
When everything is out on the table
And if ya lemme get up I’ll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count

Let me get up