Insteadman
I keep waking up every morning
In the same clothes that I wore the night before
Like something left over that I wore out
And threw in the daunting pile on my closet floor
With all the rest of my regrets
I'll catch up to them when I'm at my very best
Or maybe it's my worst
I have never been so unsure of anything
One of these days I'm going to clean up my mess
Just like my desktop icons, I will get to it
But even those keep stacking
All the littlest things keep stacking
And I keep waking up each morning
With the same could have, should have done more
I was a lighthouse crumbling into the sea
When you were knocking down my front door
With the same could have, should have done more
I have grown accustomed to the way I need to deal with you
There are no excuses
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
I'm running out of ways to step aside
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
I'm running out of ways to step aside
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
(I keep waking up every morning)
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
(In the same clothes that I wore the night before)
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
(I've got a laundry list of limitations)
I'm running out of ways to step aside
(I'm at least consistently unsure)
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
(I keep waking up every morning)
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
(In the same clothes that I wore the night before)
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
(I've got a laundry list of bad ideas)
I'm running out of ways to step aside
(I'm at least consistently unsure)
With the same could have, should have done more
I was a lighthouse crumbling into the sea
When you were knocking down my front door
With the same could have, should have done more
I have grown accustomed to the way I need to deal with you
There are no excuses for me
In the same clothes that I wore the night before
Like something left over that I wore out
And threw in the daunting pile on my closet floor
With all the rest of my regrets
I'll catch up to them when I'm at my very best
Or maybe it's my worst
I have never been so unsure of anything
One of these days I'm going to clean up my mess
Just like my desktop icons, I will get to it
But even those keep stacking
All the littlest things keep stacking
And I keep waking up each morning
With the same could have, should have done more
I was a lighthouse crumbling into the sea
When you were knocking down my front door
With the same could have, should have done more
I have grown accustomed to the way I need to deal with you
There are no excuses
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
I'm running out of ways to step aside
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
I'm running out of ways to step aside
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
(I keep waking up every morning)
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
(In the same clothes that I wore the night before)
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
(I've got a laundry list of limitations)
I'm running out of ways to step aside
(I'm at least consistently unsure)
For trying to sleep off all the years I couldn't
(I keep waking up every morning)
For giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind
(In the same clothes that I wore the night before)
I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden
(I've got a laundry list of bad ideas)
I'm running out of ways to step aside
(I'm at least consistently unsure)
With the same could have, should have done more
I was a lighthouse crumbling into the sea
When you were knocking down my front door
With the same could have, should have done more
I have grown accustomed to the way I need to deal with you
There are no excuses for me
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