| My hands are tied on the sidelines
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| And I know no one’s gonna come save me
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| I guess that I could just keep sittin' here
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| Free fall into imaginary fears
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| Don’t wanna be all they want me to be
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| I know I said that years ago
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| And all this time’s gone by
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| And still I’m wondering why I care
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| All these days gone by
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| It’s still happening
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| I’m getting further away
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| From where I used to be
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| Who am I to keep preaching
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| To the graceless kids of tomorrow?
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| They need a hero, not a wreck
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| I’m just a phony in a floral print dress
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| I quit drinking so I could stop thinking about
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| All the shit from years ago
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| And all this time’s gone by
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| And still I’m wondering why
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| I am the queen of the graceless kids
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| I am the queen of the graceless kids
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| Guess they see something in me
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| Wish that I could see what they see
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| I am the queen of the graceless kids
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| I am the queen of the graceless kids
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| Guess they see something in me
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| Wish that I could see what they see
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| Aren’t you sick of trying to force a shift?
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| I’m sick of watching you do it
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| The only option is to lay down and surrender
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| And let them help you through it
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| Slivers of joy peek through but only when you let them
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| So why don’t you just let them?
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| I might pretend like I don’t care
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| Most of the time I swear I don’t
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| Oh, on the days where nothing makes sense
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| Please just remember that I love you the most
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| I might pretend like I don’t care
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| Most of the time I swear I don’t
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| Oh, on the days where nothing makes sense
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| Please just remember that I love you the most |