For answers, address your questions to the mirror
Because I'm losing it.
Failure has grown to feel just like a standard
That we never set

When is "enough now." enough?
When do you admit that you're done?
Because God only knows what they'll say about me
When the curtains have finally drawn

I guess you wanted better,
Than the windiest winter that I can remember.
I think you deserve better
Than the loneliest kid north of west hartford center
What would you risk knowing yo'd slip?