And Maybe ...

So maybe I can't drive in the snow very well.
At least I'm not lying to myself.
There're ten million people going somewhere tonight
So I might just stay in.
This bottle's half empty and I need to look after my health.

And maybe I can't change all the shit that makes me awful
But at least I can admit that it's true.
There's got to be reasons that people hurt other people
And I can't quite keep out of  it but at least I'm not awful to you.

And maybe there's a person out there for every one of us
But God can't quite work out the numbers.
So we end up with everyone loving the beautiful people
Staking claims  on the  wealthy
And the odd balls like us just have to make due with each other.

But I hold on to everything.
I hold tight to every last memory
Because the pain in this world is just like the good times
In that when I am ready to leave they'll probably be all that I have.

And maybe I can't shake off the need to feel wanted
And you can't shake the need to be stern.    
I will beg at your alter and claw at your heels
And make you claustrophobic and crowded but at least I want you in return.

And maybe I believe that if I shout at them enough
They won't make mistakes like their dad.
But if this is the same fucked up world I grew up in then I can't save them their pain
Or change their decisions.
But if I stop shouting and chill maybe it won't seem as bad.

Strong Person

It's the kind of hurt that no one talks about,
easy to shut away but impossible to ignore.
And I'm the kind of man who never works it out.
I just keep telling myself that I've been through shit like this before.

It's the kind of day that never changes its wardrobe.
It just stays in business grey and rains just enough to keep everything wet.
And I'm the kind of man  who goes out walking anyway
because with all the cold and all the rain I haven't found the cure for being restless yet.

And I'm a strong person. At least that's what everyone around me likes to say.
I've got control of my thoughts and my emotions I just can't convince myself that I'm that way.

They're the kind of memories that I can't help but fall back on
when the world around me seems to hold me in one place.
And I'm the kind of man who understands
that living in those memories will never fill their empty space.

It was kind of kiss that makes your stomach hurt.
In the kind of light that makes everything seem much more subtle than it is.
And I'm the kind of fool to make believe
that that was when we fell in love and it wasn't just another kiss.

But I'm a strong person. At least that's what every around me likes to say.
I have control of my thoughts and my emotions I just can't convince myself that I'm that way.

It's the kind of night that makes the day light seem so frightening.
It covers us and keeps us safe despite the world outside.
And it's the kind of hurt that no one warned us about.
The kind of hurt that's just too easy to hide.