I've pulled a few fast ones

This time I'll stick around

Sister I've shot my mouth off

I apologise

A disappointment repeatedly

I am well aware

That my observations lack insight

Much like my conversations

My motivations run dry

I break into the distance

I'll wear my shame on my sleeve

I'm shaking in resistance

Trying not to make a scene

Only lonely hearts know where lonely hands go

I've played a few good hands

This long line of bad blood hangs

Like a noose I wear with pride

I apologise

The degredation of being meek

I am well aware

It's suffice to say that a lack of foresight is dibilitating

This beholder is blind

I break into the distance

I'll wear my shame on my sleeve

I'm shaking in resistance

Trying not to make a scene

Only lonely hearts know where lonely hands go

Excuse the mess excuse the awkwardness

I know you're not impressed

Regardless of my attempts to straighten-out a little

My absence of hope is second

Only to my absence of will

I break into the distance

I'll wear my shame on my sleeve

I'm shaking in resistance

Trying not to make a scene

I break into the distance

I'll wear my shame on my sleeve

I'm shaking in resistance

Trying not to make a scene