Promises, they’re weakening, consuming us
for what we know. In front of us, they fall apart, all backed into a corner.
So when they fall apart, gather the pieces up alone in the dark by yourself.
It shouldn’t be that hard, but look at where we are,
sitting back up on the shelf.
So I will go back… back and forth.
I’m starting to go back… back to worse.
Listening to what they say, but only hearing what they meant.
They’ll lie to us, to go so far, all in spite of the real cause.
So when they fall apart, gather the pieces up alone in the dark by yourself.
It shouldn’t be that hard, but look at where we are,
sitting back up on the shelf.
So I will go back… back and forth.
I’m starting to go back… back to worse (even when it’s harder).
So I will go back… back and forth.
I’m starting to go back… back to worse (even when this feels like home).
Alone in the dark by yourself… sitting back up on the shelf.