Writing on the Wall

Feels like I'm supposed to stay quiet Feels like I'm ignoring the rules Feels like handles outta my chest While I'm looking my best Think that's something I'd choose? Feels like there's just one thing I'm missing And it feels like everyone knows Tried to tell me, I just won't listen Sweating through my jacket as I'm handing out free throws I asked for one good reason You said it's 'cause I'd get it If it started going under If it started going wrong Open season It looked just like you meant it And I wondered if you felt it at all I turn away from all the writing on the wall Feels like the blackest of black thumbs Feels like just another disguise Feels like feeling cornered at night But I won't need my fists You're not one of those guys Feels like every crack in your concrete Feels like all the slowest of burns I'm numb but I think that I like it Hands on my hatchet while I'm waiting for my turn I asked for one good reason You said it's 'cause I'd get it If it started going under If it started going wrong Open season It looked just like you meant it And I wondered if you felt it at all I turn away from all the writing on the wall Oh, yeah you meant it Blood red ink spilling down all the lines of your palms and Oh, shoulda said it On that night when you tried then we cried then I said I I asked for one good reason You said it's 'cause I'd get it If it started going under If it started going wrong Open season It looked just like you meant it And I wondered if you felt it at all One good reason You said it's 'cause i'd get it If it started going under If it started going wrong Open season It looked just like you meant it And I wondered if you felt it at all I turn away