I used to think I'd change the world if I could write a song
Good enough to make you see the truth
But everything I touch has turned to ruin and gone wrong
And I can't believe the arrogance of youth
And I know the world is turning when it feels like standing still
Or slipping ever backwards by degrees
It feels I'm always dying on the least productive hill
And I haven't even planted any trees
But all my chords
All of my G major chords
You know they couldn't move The House of Lords
And all I've felt
All the pain I ever felt
You know it never stopped the ice caps melt
Some days this world
Makes me hide beneath the covers
Some days are worse than others
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I used to think my heart was so reliable and strong
Steady beneath your feet as frozen ground
Believing all the promises of poetry and song
I never dreamt how far I'd let you down
And I know I am remembered for the shattering of dreams
And never all the time I held the roof
Our fossilized worst moments held forever in extremes
And I console myself with versions of the truth.
For all I gave
All I told myself I gave
I really thought that I was being brave
For all I swore
Ever steady ever more
It comes to nothing if you're keeping score
Some nights I can
Answer the charges of those lovers
Some nights are worse than others
Some nights are worse than others
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I used think my stories were the place I could be known
And I told them without having to pretend
Now finally old enough to know that I'm not fully grown
I see that I don't know how they will end
The skins I shed the roads I tread
The ways that I have fared
They've turned me into someone not the same
Some days I feel the anchor of the years that we have shared
Some days I can only feel the chain
And it washes off
Yeah, it all just washes off
And my arms will always be too soft
I understand
Maybe I finally understand
That I might never know just who I am
Some days I still
Wake up jealous of my brothers
Some days are worse than others
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Some days I still
Wanna hide beneath the covers
Wonder how we will recover
Search the eyes of friends of lovers
For a sign of my true colours
Some days are worse
Some days are worse than others