songs

If your life is a parade, I'm waving from the sidewalk shade
I hang my coat on borrowed hope
But you already know that I've no place to go

The man with nothing to lose has no reason to win
But the man with everything to lose has no choice but to win

Why does it feel like the flowers bloom right when I look away? (You're just a pesticide)
Bright balloons with strings I lost, every loss just piles on up and up

Estrogen clad with testosterone shell
Pretty on the inside (and that's the part that counts)
I know I'm a sickly man but I know what you're going through

The man with nothing to lose has no reason to win
But the man with everything to lose has no choice but to win

Why does it feel like the flowers bloom right when I look away? (You're just a pesticide)
Bright balloons with strings I lost, every loss just piles on up and up

Why do I wanna go home when I'm already here?
I just can't let go
Why can't I let go?

Why does it feel like the flowers bloom right when I look away?
Why does it feel like the flowers bloom right when I look away?
Bright balloons with strings I lost, every loss just piles on up and up