Candy and recordings And some things that make me smile I put them in a bag and drive away for a while it all amounts to nothing when nothing is what you want I could have a fancy car and a house in the sun But its you I wish I had hidden under my bed And every turn I make I get more scared Every smile I fake I get more sad I can't shake away these blues Ive had Still everyday I try to pick up the pieces

I know that I'd be happy if I led a shallow life
But now its much too late to even go back in time
I'd be laughing at it if it wasn't for the pain
Still i have some good news:
Think I'm almost barely sane
Another good thing I've found:
You cant get lower than the ground

And every turn I make I get more scared
Every smile I fake I get more sad
I can't shake away these blues Ive had
Still everyday I try to pick up the pieces

I'm not ok but its alright
I'm not alright but I'll be fine
Try something simplier this time
I need a little hand to fall in line

And every turn I make I get more scared
Every smile I fake I get more sad
I can't shake away these blues Ive had
Still everyday I try to pick up the pieces
Im not having fun trying to pick up the pieces