Low Down Kind of Curse

Well, it's tough to walk in pieces
I'm falling through the creases all the time
And it'd been nice if once or twice
You had let me know just what was on your mind

And the orphans in your orchards
And my choir full of cowards in the shade
So why don't you all just get together
And pick apart the choices I have made

And tell me where,
Where did I go wrong,
This time?

Still, I wind up in a bottle
When the simplest task is drawn across the sand
And you tried hard not to notice
When I folded like a lotus in your hand

I tried to say I want you
But they gave me this mantra to say:
It's a low down kind of curse
Being good, when you're trying to be great

And tell me where,
Where did I go wrong,
This time?

I felt it as the time passed
As the warden painted pictures of his dreams
He said I've seen it all for miles
And in the miles, I saw just how it seems

It seems like everything and everyone
Are strung together, brothers in arms
But they fall into the caverns and the craters
That I accidentally carve

Ah, but it's late and I am rambling
And I swear that this'll be the final time
I gave you all I had to give
Now give me just this little piece of mind

And tell me where,
Oh, where did I go wrong,
This time?