Caught in the grasp of complacency It's a place that we know all too well But we hate to leave it You can deign to leave, but don't wait for me! I can find my way out on my own Don't you know, there's always just a little bit of something that'll keep you coming back? I can't find my way out on my... I can't find my way out on my own! ‘Cause there's a million little criteria biting at my mind Like, who's gonna tell me why I'll never make it out the mines? Like, who's gonna show me why I'll never spread my wings and fly? Like a bird from the nest, baby, I just need to rest But there's a hell of a lot more incentive to live on There's a hell of a lot more intention to kick ennui to the curb Disregard what you heard The still water's disturbed Let an old house burn