The fountain was off
This is the first time
I’ve been back to
The city in months
I’m trying to hold it together
But irony’s found cracks in the foundation
And you know, I try so hard
To be some great white hope
But I can’t shake the feeling
That tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone
I’m not a self-help book;
I’m just a fucked up kid.
I had to take my own advice and I did.
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in.
Expect me standing tall,
Back against the wall,
'Cause what I learned was
It’s not about forcing happiness;
It’s about not letting the sadness win
I don’t have roses in the closet
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
And it’s everything left in me
Not to stare at them anymore
I walked upstairs and shaved my beard
I felt like I was holding sadness here
