Frank Sinatra
Take it or leave it
It's not the first time I've been down and out
I'm getting real good at
The build and the burn
Take it from me
You keep your cards held close
Nobody wants to help the beggar
They save their pennies for the wishing well
Did you know that
Frank Sinatra came from nothing
I don't know why
But I think of that sometimes
And every time
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light through the hotel curtain bleeding through
Maybe
We're the spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
I thought that I was disgusted
With the person I'd become but
I'd never changed no
No one ever does
I just got used to
The monster in the mirror
Ignoring the flaws
Early signs of a lost case
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light from the hotel curtains bleeding through
Are we
The spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
Did you know that Frank Sinatra came from nothing
Fuck the Kennedys
And every rich boy
That ever filled his father's shoes
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light through the hotel curtain bleeding through
Are we
The spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
It's not the first time I've been down and out
I'm getting real good at
The build and the burn
Take it from me
You keep your cards held close
Nobody wants to help the beggar
They save their pennies for the wishing well
Did you know that
Frank Sinatra came from nothing
I don't know why
But I think of that sometimes
And every time
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light through the hotel curtain bleeding through
Maybe
We're the spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
I thought that I was disgusted
With the person I'd become but
I'd never changed no
No one ever does
I just got used to
The monster in the mirror
Ignoring the flaws
Early signs of a lost case
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light from the hotel curtains bleeding through
Are we
The spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
Did you know that Frank Sinatra came from nothing
Fuck the Kennedys
And every rich boy
That ever filled his father's shoes
Are we
The ugly things we do
Or the light through the hotel curtain bleeding through
Are we
The spaces in between
The pause before the lie
A moth on the window screen
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Charlson, Chris Flippin, Donald Spence, Patrick Solem, Sean Sellers, Tony Caraffa
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