Palm Of My Hand

I thought I had life in the palm of my hand but you took it from me
Now it seems my days of careless ways in fact are turning on me
Because what seems right, feels right, ends up the most fragile of things
Now I'm spending my days in a permanent haze
Because what you stole, you took from me

Let's take the time to contemplate what we are faced
A fragile life in which design resolves being erased
And if you win some, lose some
You end up in the same old place
So understand the task at hand is to live and to forgive

Let's start some living
Let's stop decaying
We can't afford to waste away
Let's start some living
Let's stop decaying

If I'd have known time could stop on a dime and cause you to cease
I'd quit running so fast and I'd try to get a grasp on the things surrounding me
But what feels right, seems right, ends up the most prominent thing
Now I'm spending my days in a permanent haze
Because what you stole, you took from me