I try hard to be delicate. I always fuck things up Because a hammer has no tact. I smash everything like that. So, I’ve been fighting every day to keep that person far away But I’ve been seeing him around.
I try hard to be elegant but I always end up falling on my face. I wonder what it’d be like if I were given grace. To fall into place?
But I’ve watched any hope get washed away By rage that covers me in constant waves. And I’ve watched everyone I love pack up and walk away. “Why don’t you take it down a notch?” I’m trying not to lose my head but every time I take a step It seems it’s in the wrong direction And I’m already behind when I start.