Fine Art Of Falling Apart


I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
baby, there ain't enough room in this world
for people like you
and horrors like me
a time of darkness
there lived a girl in a cave in the woods
disguised as a bee
at night she would fly into the city
to sting the cause
to sting the cause
and she would hover over me
whispering
we're surfacing
we're surfacing
we're surfacing
I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
stay clean by feeling cheap
and baby, there ain't enough room in this world
for perfections like you
and monsters like me
a time of darkness
you will look absurd and you will feel it up
and you will go looking to blame somebody
you see I used to think that
I'd get over everything
but everything just got
over me
I'm some of it
you're some of it
we're some of it
I'm certain of it
I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
that's all right by me
see baby cause
there ain't enough room in this world
for a great, great, many things

people like you and monsters like me will never be able to be with each other, I walk alone and I ride alone and I know its all right because I have accepted it...

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