your foreshadowing failure, i see it on your face   you're playing with fire, burning everything.   with a riot on the inside, how do you sleep at night?   i'm tired of holding on so tight (holding on so tight)      if i could only find a way   to save you from all your mistakes   numbed by my inability   to change your angle      the walls are enclosing, running low on room to breathe   you've been playing with fire from the cradle to the grave   you're out of control, it's hard to keep you in my sights   don't follow my footsteps, learn to live your life (your life, your life)      if i could only find a way   to save you from all your mistakes   numbed by my inability   to change your angle      floored by the speed of time and you won't reason   it's not a question it's a simple equation   now you're burning the candle at both ends   it's never to late to call on a friend (on a friend)      i can tell by the look in your eyes that you're old enough,    smart enough to live your own life.   but i'm thinking about you all the time      i'd say the only shocking thing   is the ease with which you make mistakes   numbed by my inabilty   to change your angle      you're too hard to handle.