Do you want to hear a story full of boring truth about
A cut and a bruise that made a truce?
It's a cliché, dead horse fable, but when I tell it I feel good
If I had one breath left I'd sing for you
It's a funny weird place and I can't escape
It's a boxed up, inward, panic, but when I paint it I feel good
You wish you were young and so you should be
Remember those dreams you had at 15?
Staring at your face the mirrors ugly
You said 'If I'm up not there, I'm not gonna be'
Young, I never could be
I got the same dreams I had at 15
Staring at my face I just see ugly
I said 'If I'm not up there, I'm not gonna be anywhere'
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be
Do you want to hear a story that'll put you to sleep
About 2 left shoes that got cold feet
It's a cliché, dead horse fable, but when I tell it I feel good
If I had one breath left I'd sing for you
It's a funny weird place and I can't escape
It's a boxed up, inward, panic, but when I paint it I feel good
You wish you were young and so you should be
Remember those dreams you had at 15?
Staring at your face the mirrors ugly
You said 'If I'm up not there, I'm not gonna be'
Young, I never could be
I got the same dreams I had at 15
Staring at my face I just see ugly
I said 'If I'm not up there, I'm not gonna be anywhere'
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be anywhere
I'm not gonna be