Room To Talk

(álbum: Nobody Likes A Quitter - 2016)

I've got nothing to say
Pockets full of pennies that shake
All I know is where I am
Where I've been is irrelevant
I try to find my rank in the room
Every corner of the place has been used
It feels like I should up and leave
But then what would I be for me?

I felt unsure, like was it me?
Am I not normal?
Did everyone succeed or find an out?
It feels informal
I watched a hole in all of my obsessions
Hug you breathless
A darkness in the soul of my reflection had to go
I know, I know
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?

I've got nothing to pay
Pockets full of pennies that shake
All I know is what I am
Refusing to meet the end
Thumbing through the pages again
Fold them up all over again
I'm not afraid of what I'm worth
Afraid that you'll never know

So what, you let us down
We got to go now
Symptoms adding up
You know it's true
It's time to grow now
In the end, you're free to be the sum of all your failures
Or turn it inside out to meet the final narrative
I'm alright, but not at all
Kind of hate it
A lovely piece of wood that won't get used, so it gets wasted
And maybe I could make a decent dollar selling t-shirts
Or quit it all and take an easy dollar from your church
I know, I know
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?