There's a boy with all his eggs in a basket, woven tight.
If there's an "us" it's sure to end tonight.
It's just the way you say such words with conviction,
Yet escape my animosity or focused hate.
I guess that's my demise.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.
All I wanted was to be known, to have a status to call my own.
All I wanted was to leave a mark.
Did I become your laughingstock?
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.
If there's an "us" it's sure to end tonight.
It's just the way you say such words with conviction,
Yet escape my animosity or focused hate.
I guess that's my demise.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.
All I wanted was to be known, to have a status to call my own.
All I wanted was to leave a mark.
Did I become your laughingstock?
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in this garage.
I'm losing all credibility, in my humility, in these garages.