In the past I'm burning in the flame of hope   Trouble come and turn me into solid smoke   In your bar I drink until I can't stand up   Your drowning heart in the bottom of my cup       You are hurting but you are learning   I'm still burning while I'm living   In my own world   On a bed of nails       No one here I would even think to trust   I would disappear but someone just stole my crutch   You're not here but then again you're nowhere else   In the spinning chair melting all around yourself       You are hurting but you are learning   I'm still burning but you are living   In your own world   On a bed of nails   In your own world   On a bed of nails