We all get our feelings hurt
Talking to each other
You say one thing
And I hear another
I move my hand just so
And you read a rejection
You don’t say a word
And I fear my reflection
Oh there’s no end to being scared
Oh top or bottom of the stairs
Breakers of compassion
Rolling around the world
I have been trying to catch one
Since I was a little girl
I saw a woman playing drums
And I thought she might be our savior
She smiled so big it made me think
I might change my behavior
Oh there’s no end to being scared
Oh top or bottom of the stairs
Bought myself a pretty dress
To help protect my heart
Every bullet is a test
My defense makes me a mark
Oh there’s no end to being scared
Oh top or bottom of the stairs