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.
