Lyrics
Loose change, fumble for the phone again
Long talk to who I used to know again
Something’s, are ever easy to find
But then it goes, the things you used to know
are given away, again, this time.
I’m making my way home
Something’s are better all alone
I-fall-down
Sometimes I get wasted
think I’d fell better dead
(but) I’m alive
I go the way the fallen used to be
Never thought I’d be the one I always thought I’d be
Hold on, afraid to leave it behind
And now I know, the way it’s got to go
I give it away, again, this time
I’m making my way home
Come down and answer all alone
I – fall- down
Sometimes it gets wasted
Some things are better dead (when your dead)
No- more- time
And now I stop and look around
To see the difference of what’s lost and found
With nothing cared for in between
And thoughts meander on what’s had and needs
See things I thought I’d never see again
And now I sit and want to leave again
Sometimes, a grin is hidden under a smile
And now I see, the way it’s got to be
To give it away, just one more time
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