We'll make it if you believe
I just clicked, in, like fresh batteries for your cd player, the pair of shoes that fit just right. A whole new stride born on the whim of a smile and a few words of wisdom. I like who I am and so do they, but nothing is ever all good, even if you want it to be, even if you act like it is, and the only thing that's never changed is how you look at me. Somehow, no matter how high I fly, you always make me feel like I could crash and die. No no, Robert Smith's no liar but he comes damn close. I'll always be the second best, the melting ice in your drink, the watered down version of what could have been great. Anything evil in me I created when I thought this is what everyone thought. The people I thought who should see me at my highest always bring me my lowest, don't think I can't hear you, I could hear the slightest wind blowing through the racks of the front door, much less can I not hear every sneer with my name etched into it. That's pain, I'm sorry I'm not good enough, I didn't mean to be, it just happened.
We used to run to the fence and back, only glory in the trash but never the race itself. The fence was our boundary line, far enough to be seen, to be heard, now we're all running past it, going over where we never thought we would, I want to believe I can, but I just wish you would hold my hand, and lead me through.
I'll race you down past the fence, last one there's a rotten egg"
We used to run to the fence and back, only glory in the trash but never the race itself. The fence was our boundary line, far enough to be seen, to be heard, now we're all running past it, going over where we never thought we would, I want to believe I can, but I just wish you would hold my hand, and lead me through.
I'll race you down past the fence, last one there's a rotten egg"