The Concept Says

Follow them, bowing out. Throw me the flag, I'll take the opportunity
Stuck in the moment, I'd pay the price if there's a possibility
I've been caught in the standard. I dragged it through the gutter
And what I left there doesn't mean a thing
Follow them, bowing out. I'll pay the price if there's a possibility
I won't stay here
I won't stay here
I won't stay here
I've got to make the most of mine
Now we hold the key and no doubt we always have
Don't you remember telling me
That's there a lifetime to make these mistakes
And when it's almost over we'll wish we would've made more
And when the storm is over, we wish we would've made more
I won't stay here, I won't stay I'll take the opportunity
Flat out I'll stick it out, senses awake, accept responsibility
Taking it farther, I'll weed right through the clutter
What's left behind there doesn't mean a thing
Follow them, bowing out. I'll pay the price if there's a possibility
Never easy to mend when all the pieces stand so far away
Well I've been spending a long time looking in
Feel the pulse and it's aggravating
Push and pull while the concept stays
And I can't get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing
And I can't get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing
I fear my options are running out
Why isn't it getting easier to cope (to cope) without (without)?
To cope (to cope) without (without)?
And I can't get a peace of mind, and my head keeps racing
Inventory, I throw it away
I'd rather mistakes. I'd rather not stay
I won't stay here. I won't stay if there's a possibility
I won't stay here. I won't stay if there's a possibility
I won't stay here. I won't stay I'll take the opportunity
I won't stay here. I won't stay I'll take the op, the opportunity