I am not
a paragon of virtue
I am not
the one you counted on

I am just
the one you found in situ
I am just
the one who let you down

Sometimes I think
I’m the oldest living cliche
Sometimes I think
I’m really just a bore

And now I know
there’s nothing new to say
yeah now I know
it’s all been said before

Sometimes I go
to the record store all alone
I walk the aisles
feeling crushed by all the songs

The same with books
and magazines and cartoons
Too many words
and all of them feel wrong

When I was young
the sky cracked open one day
When I got old
it closed right up again

‘Cause in my mind
my sins are here to stay
And in my heart
is where they’ve always been

Yeah I’m not
a paragon of virtue
maybe I’m just
looking for the why

Maybe I’m just
the one you found in situ
Maybe I’m just
the one who never tried

 

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