the stairs were cold
my clothes were wet
my heart hung low
heavy with regret

when I get home
I'll wash my clothes
I hope to change
hope is all I hold

I stumbled in
I threw down my clothes
I thought I'd changed but no
I'm just the same shit getting old

and I wanna change
I want to know myself
I want to follow my heart
nothing else

we pass it down the line
it's an old recipe on how to be unkind
stir it up, protect yourself
like there's no one else

and when you run away
and you think you've changed
but when you turn
the shadows still remain

and it makes me cringe
to see myself
with all my plans
slipping off the shelf

watch them fall to the ground
what goes up must come down
it's bitter sweet to see the way
you can knock me off my feet




Lyrics submitted by walking blues

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