OK Purple

You know it's easy, in this day and age
To snap back your wrist in a vicious rage
Fall down in defeat, rip out that page
You can kick yourself, Yeah we make mistakes!
I know what a fool I've been
And I can't believe that I thought I'd win
My savage tongue with a wicked grin
Gave me no joy, just left me thin
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through
Now I, never thought that it would come to this
Recline sipping them back, unable to get songs written
Operatic, stop me how'd this happen?
I'm feeling trapped in a cage, looking embattled
By rage and unexplained hatred of each other
But I love it when we're doing the undercover
Don't bother me baby 'cause I'm feeling off key
And if I keep going oh maybe you'll need to stop me
I'm off the rock seeing the plot, fuck off screaming from me
And I'm apparently not the only just me by myself and I believe
I've got a couple of people who are looking to see me
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through
I had it plentiful, everything I wanted then I discovered
That the best view of the stars is the one I get from the gutter
I don't want to be just another wannabe with the money
I struggle to hold a tuppence, I'm writing for those with none and if you
Listen close, you'll hear a deafening drum
It's like the world reassembles each time it crumbles to nothing
But a speck of what has past on my spectacles, my glasses
Respect if I come first, you can bet I won't be last
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through
Now I'm living in a box. Wearing out my shoes
And if losing means I'm living then I guess I'll never lose
And when it's blue, then I soldier on through
And when it's cool, then I'm strolling on through