| Your words forever embedded in | |
| My head but never entrusted | |
| Hey analyst, try to make some sense of this | |
| I know it's hard, believe me | |
| You swore to never be bitter when | |
| The odds were favoring elsewhere | |
| Perfectionist try to make the best of this | |
| I know it's hard 'cause we barely made it through winter | |
| We barely made it through winter | |
| Pleading | |
| Not guilty | |
| So don't be | |
| Waiting to throw the first stone | |
| Not guilty, | |
| Not guilty | |
| Your words, burned in my memory | |
| Third degree and getting hotter each and every day | |
| The enemy, closer than a friend to me | |
| Please make yourself feel at home | |
| You swore to make amends orderly | |
| Then turned and killed the acquitted | |
| The enemy, dangling me on a string | |
| I know it's hard pleading | |
| Not guilty | |
| So don't be | |
| Waiting to throw the first stone | |
| Not guilty, | |
| So don't be | |
| Reaching for more | |
| 'Cause I know you will, you have before | |
| And I have turned my cheek enough to know | |
| You better pray the next one kills me | |
| So pray the next one | |
| We barely made it through winter (2x) | |
| Pleading | |
| Not guilty | |
| So don't be | |
| Waiting to throw the first stone | |
| Not guilty, | |
| So don't be | |
| Reaching for more | |
| Pleading | |
| Not guilty | |
| So don't be | |
| Waiting to throw the first stone | |
| Not guilty | |
| Not guilty |