Recovery Letra

In the end it worked out best.
Sitting calmly like the houses on the hills,
forced to stop and take in the view.
Somebody said to use this summer to reflect
on the gauntlet I've been through.
Sneak behind me, paint a bullseye on my back.
Buried bodies = food for worms = food for dark birds overhead.
I tried to open my apartment door with my car key.
Trying to live was killing me.
Once survival was my foremost priority--
They let me go and set me free.
They set me free.
They set me free.
Turn out the lights.
Say my goodbyes.
Turn out the lights, say my goodbyes.
You'll see there're no tears in my eyes.
Turn out the lights, say my goodbyes.
You can take this job and shove it.