Promise, it's a funny thing
How can you squander what other people give?
And if you made one to yourself
Then you're liar now
I can't shake the feeling I'm behind
Did I miss a breakthrough down the line?
And if I'm not who I could be
Am I defined by who I'm not?
We'll take our endings
From the thrust of broken starts
And we'll make our buildings
From the scraps of squandered parts
So save me
A seat at the table
Where the losers gather to lick their wounds
So save me
A seat at the table
Where the could-be's challenge their something to prove
Back when I was just nineteen
I'd stay with her just to please her family
Couldn't disappoint those eyes
So I'd disappoint myself
One year--what's that wasted on the young?
Lessons hard fought and won
But I'd even trade my job
Just for one more reckless year
We'll take our endings
From the thrust of broken starts
Everywhere I look there's a cancer danger
Fall somewhere between disappointment and anger
And I can't change the locks on my bed
Without a soundproof shield it still gets in my head