Growing old not growing up
Catchng cycles not enough
Frame the pose of doing fine
In fantasy i’m doing time
Damaged goods i can’t conceal
Open wounds that never heal
You pull punches, build me up
I blame myself for my bad luck
I’m a crybaby
Giving in gets in the way
And when i push don’t separate
Don’t you run for cover
Know that i’m a crybaby
Jumping in and crawling out
Wearing thin from drip to spout
Grab it tight and don’t let go
Needing something i can hold
You don’t know
I am crushed by everything and everyone i touch
You don’t know, you don’t know i just wanted this so much