A Clumsy Child
I stumbled through my loving you
And brought the curtains down
And the curtains toppled candles, bringing fire to the ground
And the whole house went up in flames
And black smoke filled the sky
But that was just one afternoon not our entire life
I didn't mean to leave you naked
I meant to wish you well
I didn't have the grace to show it
I was clumsy and I fell
But it's not like I invented it
I'm not the first to lose control
But if you only see my failures then I am an asshole
Come on and give it a break
That don't define who I am
Anymore than tripping as a child and waking up a man
Come on and give it a break
Let's see a show of hands
How many here that have hurt someone wish you could change who you were back then?
The person that I was once isn't the person that I am
But go on and paint me evil, baby, to a stranger or a friend
And you can pop champagne to my misery
And drink until you're dull
You can shovel hate atop my grave
But there's no bottom to that hole
And you could find your way to success one day just to show me where you got
You could close your door on the 100th floor
But that wont make it stop
You've got a fragile bird in your tiny hands that you chose to crush to death
You can kill your way to happiness
But not much will be left
Come on and give it a break
That don't define who I am
Anymore than tripping as a child and waking up a man
Come on and give it a break
Let's see a show of hands
How many here that have hurt someone wish you could change who you were back then?
And brought the curtains down
And the curtains toppled candles, bringing fire to the ground
And the whole house went up in flames
And black smoke filled the sky
But that was just one afternoon not our entire life
I didn't mean to leave you naked
I meant to wish you well
I didn't have the grace to show it
I was clumsy and I fell
But it's not like I invented it
I'm not the first to lose control
But if you only see my failures then I am an asshole
Come on and give it a break
That don't define who I am
Anymore than tripping as a child and waking up a man
Come on and give it a break
Let's see a show of hands
How many here that have hurt someone wish you could change who you were back then?
The person that I was once isn't the person that I am
But go on and paint me evil, baby, to a stranger or a friend
And you can pop champagne to my misery
And drink until you're dull
You can shovel hate atop my grave
But there's no bottom to that hole
And you could find your way to success one day just to show me where you got
You could close your door on the 100th floor
But that wont make it stop
You've got a fragile bird in your tiny hands that you chose to crush to death
You can kill your way to happiness
But not much will be left
Come on and give it a break
That don't define who I am
Anymore than tripping as a child and waking up a man
Come on and give it a break
Let's see a show of hands
How many here that have hurt someone wish you could change who you were back then?
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Writer(s): Kye Hillig
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