This could've been a train wreck
A total disaster
The end of everything that to this point mattered
Nicks and scrapes and fatal falls
Private breakdowns and tearful calls
Not so private now, but wasn't that the point?
To get this story out?
We knew that this would hurt
But never knew how loud
Never knew how loud
This is manning up
This is standing ground
Because you can't move forward if the footholds give out
Didn't mean to be such a let down
Didn't think I'd ever have to say
I'm oh so sorry but I'm not sure I have
What it takes anymore or any faith in me
I just know I'm more vulnerable
Than I ever thought I could be
It's probably the best that I could say
If I'm too old, weak, or late
This all falls in your lap
And I don't know how to feel about that
What qualified me for this?
Taxing attempts at a positive influence
That I've distorted
That I'm still hoping to have
Can't look at this like a let down
Knowing the impact it has made on myself
On anyone tied to me
Throw it away
The thought that things can be the same
Eyes ahead, with past outlines empty and tucked away
I stopped keeping track
(I've learned that this life path)
Of everything that I'm not getting back
(Only served to counteract)
I stopped keeping track
(The progress I could make)
Of everything I'm not getting back
(And steps that I could take)
It's not getting back
It's finally finding out
That you can't move forward if the footholds give out
A total disaster
The end of everything that to this point mattered
Nicks and scrapes and fatal falls
Private breakdowns and tearful calls
Not so private now, but wasn't that the point?
To get this story out?
We knew that this would hurt
But never knew how loud
Never knew how loud
This is manning up
This is standing ground
Because you can't move forward if the footholds give out
Didn't mean to be such a let down
Didn't think I'd ever have to say
I'm oh so sorry but I'm not sure I have
What it takes anymore or any faith in me
I just know I'm more vulnerable
Than I ever thought I could be
It's probably the best that I could say
If I'm too old, weak, or late
This all falls in your lap
And I don't know how to feel about that
What qualified me for this?
Taxing attempts at a positive influence
That I've distorted
That I'm still hoping to have
Can't look at this like a let down
Knowing the impact it has made on myself
On anyone tied to me
Throw it away
The thought that things can be the same
Eyes ahead, with past outlines empty and tucked away
I stopped keeping track
(I've learned that this life path)
Of everything that I'm not getting back
(Only served to counteract)
I stopped keeping track
(The progress I could make)
Of everything I'm not getting back
(And steps that I could take)
It's not getting back
It's finally finding out
That you can't move forward if the footholds give out