I beg your pardon
but now it’s harder than ever before
I climb up the walls
I feel so inferior
called an artist when art won’t stop this
who burned every bridge
and bounced all about
but I always meant better
I pull apart every piece
and call out the beast
It looms around it never roams
too far from home
I paid in dollars
and credit powers
It came and it went
but now it’s all spent
I thought that I’d be worth something
I pull apart every piece
and call out the beast
It looms around it never roams
too far from home
And hope’s so hard to find
when it gets in my mind
and no, it won’t improve
so tell me what’s the use
if I’m gonna lose
do and do and do....
hey ohh
I tell the story
it’s rather boring
repeat in my head
the things that I said
how could I be so awkward
I pull apart every piece
and call out the beast
It looms around it never roams
too far from home
I pull apart every piece
and call out the beast
It looms around it never roams
too far from home
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