Paper Mache

Guess I've been fraying at the edges
More often than I care to admit
All the vices, the wasted nights
Spent wasting time
And I've been making a list
Of all the things I know I've missed
Still I'm striving for nothing tonight
Locked inside and I don't know why
But the walls of this rut are steep
And your words cut deep

It could be worse, couldn't it??
Work it all out
Could it be anything that I had in my head

You've been pointing out my progress
I know I have a tendency to forget
All the steps I've made in my life
Since I was spending most nights drinking alone
Yeah I fucked up
I was caught up
In a caustic flame
I had to get away
I'm paper mache

It could be worse, couldn't it??
Work it all out
Could it be anything that I had in my head
But the truth is it's irrelevant
The steps we've missed
The stacks of could have been's
They sit in the shadows of our progress
It's progress



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Saal
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