The Fine Art Of Falling Apart ~ Matthew Good

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
Baby, there ain’t enough room in this world
For people like you
And horrors like me

A time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee
At night she would fly into the city
Sting the cars
And sting the cost
And she would hover over me
Whispering
And we’re surfacing
We’re Surfacing

I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
Stay clean by feeling cheap
And baby, there ain’t enough room in this world
For perfections like you
And monsters like me

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel it hurt
And you will go looking to blame somebody
You see I used to think that I’d get over everything
But everything just got
Over me

I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
That’s all right by me
See baby cause
here ain’t enough room in this world
For a great, great many things

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