I'm tired of making this all up
tired of making you call my luck
tired of getting so bent out of shape
I can't get back out
I'm shapeless now
and I'm a boy and I can dream and I can live and I can scream
and I can maintain this pain in my chest
and I can hold onto this pain in my head
and I can't predict the future but I can predict at few turns
and I can hope for the best
I can sew like I know what's ahead
falls apart when you're the man
falls apart when you try to stand
and I'm not motivated
and I don't run on change and money
and sums of monies
and I don't run away from my failures
I don't run away from my failures
don't run away from my regrets
just embrace on
just embrace while you forget
just embrace while you forget