Tired Feet

It's customary to at least pretend
Such is the case when a good thing has to end
You can't move past your own force field
My ears were burning and they won't heal

It's customary to step to the side
Such is the case when the place you choose to hide
Is underneath your tired feet
Seventy-two whole inches deep

You can't believe you're alone in this
You can't believe you're alone
You can't believe you're alone in this
You can't believe it, no

So how are you today? What's on your mind?
Oh, have you found that you're running out of time?
I hope you're making sure to think of me
I hope you're staying off those tired feet

It's customary to feel so lovely
Such is the case when you fall for an enemy
Nothing is turning out the way you thought
Never to hold the face that you forgot

You can't believe you're alone in this
You can't believe you're alone
You can't believe you're alone in this
You can't believe it, no

(Da da da da da da da da da da)

You can't believe you're alone in this
(Ran out of reasons why)
You can't believe you're alone
(I still bother to try)
You can't believe you're alone in this
(Ran out of reasons why)
You can't believe you're alone
(I still bother to try)

(It's customary to at least pretend)
You can't believe you're alone in this
(Such is the case when a good thing has to end
It's customary to at least pretend)
You can't believe you're alone
(Such is the case when a good thing has to end
It's customary to at least pretend)
You can't believe you're alone in this
(Such is the case when a good thing has to end)
You can't believe it, no

It's customary to at least pretend
Such is the case when a good thing has to end



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Whyte
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