The Fine Art Of Falling Apart
Well I walk alone and Iride alone
And I rock myself to sleep
Cause baby there aint enough room in this world
For people like you and horrors like me
The time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee
And at night she'd fly into the sitting
And sting the cause and sting the costs
And she would hover over me
Whispering
We're surfacing
Well I stand alone and I fight alone
And I stay clean by feeling cheap
And baby there aint enough room in this world
For perfections like you
And monsters like me
In a time of darkness
You will look absurd and you'll feel inert
And you'll go looking to blame somebody
You see I used to think I'd get over everything
But everything just got over me
I'm certain of it
Well I walk alone and I ride alone
Nd you know, that's all right by me
And baby there aint enough room in this world
For a great, great many things