There's a boy with all his eggs in a basket, woven tight.
If there's an "us" it's sure to end tonight.
It's just the way you say such words with conviction,
Yet escape my animosity or focused hate.
I guess that's my demise.

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.

All I wanted was to be known, to have a status to call my own.
All I wanted was to leave a mark.
Did I become your laughingstock?

I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.


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