Look at the battle we're in
I was never one to pick a fight I couldn't win
Look at the secrets we keep
They terrorize me every night in my sleep

Afternoon tea with the impending doom
Counting the elephants here in this room

You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are but you know what you got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word

Put on a happy face
Make a scene and leave a permanent trace
Show me that rebel inside
Where the leader of the revolution resides

Afternoon tea with the impending doom
Counting the elephants here in this room

You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are but you know what you got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word

Careful, you might catch yourself goin' under
Careful, you might lose your breath like the others
Careful, you might slip and never recover
Careful, you might burn to death like the others

You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are but you know what you got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word

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Writer(s): Brent Smith, Dave Richard Bassett, Eric Bass, Zach Myers