Woke up this morning without a face
I've fooled myself again
I've sold myself again
Another wasted day counting shades
Of gray, another fool's attempt to fall from grace
A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize while you're laughing
But on the inside
I've lost the insight that just might be
The truth...
I cut and bleed myself along
A man alone can do no wrong
Another wasted day counting shades of gray
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
It hurts to much to wait for it
It's dirt beneath your fingertips
It hurts to much to wait for it
Finch
